I stand up two meters from the staircase of the gallows nodding my head. I lift my eyes slowly, while I count idly the steps up to the stage: 11. They seem...
I am down in the garden from the back side of house, where we used to have breakfast all summers during our stay in the village. I sat in the stone...
“To go the village in the morning; to return in the afternoon” these sentences was repeated by my father more than a few times. It emerges in my head when...
Such a vision made Jose’s head spin dizzily. He remembered the words of his father: “if you get tired and strongly dizzied, sit down and take a sip of water…...
In the mid twentieth century, specifically in 1947, the writer Oscar Castro, known, among other books, for his “Responso a Federico García Lorca”, dies in the first of November, is...
Es invierno, el tiempo desapacible, la disminución de horas de luz, incitan en un primer momento a pensar que el mejor lugar para pasar los días es el hogar...
This summer we came back to my uncle's Carlos village , Losar de La Vera. I prefer this one than my grandfather's village, because it is nearer and i get less...
The people of La Vera, and a pending obituary. "The people and their paths are full of short cuts " That is what Miguel de Unamuno writes about the inhabitants of...
I wasn’t born in Losar de La Vera. Not through of any decision of my own, of course, but because my father happened to be working in Madrid at the time,...