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Leyenda sobre la Torre de Hércules – Gerión
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Explore #30
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Cuenta la leyenda que hace muchos, muchísimos años, existió un malvado gigante que tenía atemorizados a los habitantes de un bello país. No le bastaba con tomar, para él, la parte de las cosechas que necesitaba para su sustento, sino que, además, acostumbraba a arrasar el resto.
Sus correrías habían sumido en la más absoluta miseria a los esforzados campesinos que morían de hambre o a manos de aquella terrible criatura cuando, desquiciados, osaban oponerse a él. Aquellas pobres gentes, hartas de sufrir las fechorías del despiadado ogro, pidieron ayuda al Dios Hércules quien acudió a socorrerles.
Aunque era un Dios, no fue una empresa fácil para Hércules enfrentarse a Gerión (así se llamaba aquel gigante), quien poseía toda la fuerza que es capaz de acumular la maldad. Durante muchos días se enfrentaron sin que la lucha pareciese tener fin. La tierra temblaba ante el embate de los dos colosos. En varias ocasiones pareció que alguno de los contendientes había llegado al límite de sus fuerzas pero, empujados por misteriosas energías, se recuperaban y la lucha seguía con mayor ferocidad aún. Hércules, finalmente, se impuso a Gerión; una vez abatido el gigante le cortó la cabeza y lo sepultó bajo una gran torre. Esta construcción, desafiando al tiempo, ha perdurado hasta nuestros días como símbolo e identidad de una gran ciudad, A Coruña.
Esto es, dicho a mi manera, lo que cuenta la leyenda. Quizás por ser leyenda y porque me parece que los gigantes también tienen corazón, pienso que la historia muy bien podría haber ocurrido de este otro modo:
Hace mucho, mucho tiempo…
Las pocas casas que aun estaban en pie eran presa de las llamas. Los habitantes del pueblo, que no habían perecido en el ataque, corrían despavoridos buscando un lugar donde ocultarse de aquellos malhechores y sobre todo de su jefe, el gigante Gerión. Este, veía correr a la pobre gente que, desde su altura, le parecían conejos asustados en busca de una madriguera y sonreía divertido ante el terror que causaba. Mientras tanto, el resto de aquellos bandidos se dedicaban a los más sórdidos actos de pillaje.
En la vida de Gerión era tan sólo un día más y esos actos vandálicos formaban parte de su rutina cotidiana. Desde que nació había sido diferente. Su rápido desarrollo fue motivo para que la gente, primero, se riese de él y poco después empezase a temerle. La falta de cariño le convirtió en un ser rencoroso y su mísera infancia alimentó su desprecio hacía el resto del mundo. Creció de forma desmesurada hasta convertirse en un gigante a quien nadie podía hacer frente. Su existencia pasaba por ser la crónica de tristes y devastadores sucesos en los que, él, era el gran protagonista. Hacía ya muchos años que se dedicaba a sembrar el terror por doquier, arrasando todo lo que encontraba a su paso. Su fama y el temor que despertaba era tal que la gente se estremecía solo con oír su nombre.
Después de su última fechoría y de haber disfrutado del botín de la misma, Gerión ordenó a sus hombres que se preparasen para ponerse en camino. Buscarían un nuevo lugar en el que seguir engrandeciendo su leyenda.
Así, llegaron a un país de bosques tan espesos que apenas dejaban pasar la luz. La vegetación era tan exuberante que apenas había caminos. Los montes llegaban al mar, formando abruptos acantilados y sus moradores vivían en dispersas aldeas. Gerión había oído hablar de una tierra como aquella en la que también, se decía, habitaban hadas y meigas. Al instante, quedó cautivado por aquel lugar. Sus ansias de lucha y de saqueo se evaporaron, como si nunca hubiesen estado en él. Por ello avisó a sus acompañantes para que, en forma alguna, atentasen contra aquella tierra o sus habitantes.
Aquellos bandidos, interpretaron las palabras del gigante como un signo de debilidad y lejos de obedecerle decidieron rebelarse contra él. Aprovecharon para atacarle mientras dormía y, aunque le hirieron gravemente, la fortaleza de Gerión era tan grande que se repuso lo suficiente para acabar con sus antiguos camaradas de fechorías.
Tumbado en el bosque, en estado febril por las heridas recibidas, Gerión, pensó que deliraba cuando oyó las voces de las dos mujeres. Se trataba de dos hermosas meigas (¿quién dice que las meigas no pueden ser hermosas y buenas?) que informaron a Gerión de que sus días en la tierra estaban llegando a su fin. También le ofrecieron un deseo cada una, pero con la condición de que para que estos se cumpliesen el gigante debería mostrarse antes verdaderamente arrepentido de la vida que había llevado. Gerión aceptó y pasó sus últimos días subiendo a las cimas más elevadas de aquel territorio. Sentado en lo más alto, ahíto con la belleza del paisaje, lloraba y lloraba, arrepentido de los muchos pecados que había cometido. Tantas eran sus lágrimas que, al desprenderse por las montañas, iban abriendo surcos en las mismas, formando ríos que, en su encuentro con el mar, moldeaban la costa con rincones maravillosos.
Las meigas entendieron que el arrepentimiento de Gerión era real y decidieron concederle sus deseos. Gerión, ya moribundo, pidió a estas que su cuerpo, que tanta maldad había contenido, fuese enterrado junto al mar y sobre su tumba se edificase una torre que le impidiese volver a salir a la luz. Su segundo deseo fue que su espíritu pudiese volar, libremente, acompañando a las aves.
Cuentan que las meigas pidieron ayuda a Hércules para enterrar a Gerión y construir la torre, junto al mar. También dicen que, acompañando a cualquier ave de las que surcan los cielos de Galicia, si lo intentamos, podremos identificar el espíritu de Gerión que, incansable, vigila aquella tierra de la que sigue enamorado, aun, en el más allá.
Matías Ortega Carmona
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Legend has it that many, many years ago, there was an evil giant who had the inhabitants of a beautiful country frightened. It was not enough for him to take, for himself, the part of the crops that he needed for his sustenance, but also, he used to destroy the rest.
His escapades had plunged the hardworking peasants who died of hunger or at the hands of that terrible creature into the most absolute misery when, mad, they dared to oppose him. Those poor people, tired of suffering the misdeeds of the ruthless ogre, asked the God Hercules for help, who came to their aid.
Although he was a God, it was not an easy task for Hercules to face Geryon (that giant was called), who possessed all the strength that evil is capable of accumulating. For many days they faced each other without the fight seeming to have an end. The earth trembled before the attack of the two colossi. On several occasions it seemed that some of the contenders had reached the limit of their strength but, pushed by mysterious energies, they recovered and the fight continued with even greater ferocity. Hercules finally prevailed over Geryon; Once he was down, the giant cut off his head and buried him under a great tower. This construction, defying time, has lasted to this day as a symbol and identity of a great city, A Coruña.
This is, said in my way, what the legend tells. Perhaps because it is a legend and because it seems to me that giants also have hearts, I think that the story could very well have happened in this other way:
A long long time ago…
The few houses that were still standing were in flames. The inhabitants of the town, who had not perished in the attack, ran terrified looking for a place to hide from those criminals and especially from their leader, the giant Geryon. This one, he saw the poor people running who, from his height, looked like frightened rabbits in search of a burrow and he smiled amused at the terror they caused. Meanwhile, the rest of those bandits engaged in the most sordid acts of pillage.
In Geryon's life it was just another day and such vandalism was part of his daily routine. Ever since he was born he had been different. His rapid development caused people to first laugh at him and soon after start to fear him. His lack of affection made him resentful and his miserable childhood fueled his contempt for the rest of the world. He grew inordinately until he became a giant that no one could face. His existence was considered to be the chronicle of sad and devastating events in which he was the main protagonist. For many years he had dedicated himself to sowing terror everywhere, destroying everything he found in his path. His fame and the fear he aroused was such that people shuddered just hearing his name.
After his last misdeed and having enjoyed the spoils of it, Geryon ordered his men to prepare to set out. They would look for a new place in which to continue magnifying his legend.
Thus, they arrived in a country with forests so thick that they barely let in the light. The vegetation was so lush that there were hardly any paths. The mountains reached the sea, forming steep cliffs and their inhabitants lived in scattered villages. Geryon had heard of a land like that in which, it was said, fairies and witches also lived. Instantly, he was captivated by that place. His urge to fight and plunder evaporated, as if they had never been in him. For this reason, he warned his companions so that, in no way, they attacked that land or its inhabitants.
Those bandits interpreted the giant's words as a sign of weakness and far from obeying him, they decided to rebel against him. They took the opportunity to attack him while he slept, and although they seriously wounded him, Geryon's strength was so great that he recovered enough to finish off his former comrades-in-deed.
Lying in the woods, feverish from his wounds, Geryon thought he was delirious when he heard the voices of the two women. It involved two beautiful witches (who says witches can't be beautiful and good?) who informed Geryon that his days on earth were coming to an end. They also offered him one wish each, but on the condition that in order for these to be fulfilled, the giant must first show himself to be truly sorry for the life he had led. Geryon accepted and spent his last days climbing to the highest peaks of that territory. Sitting on the top, overwhelmed with the beauty of the landscape, he cried and cried, repentant of the many sins he had committed. So many were his tears that, as they fell from the mountains, they opened furrows in them, forming rivers that, in their encounter with the sea, shaped the coast with wonderful corners.
The meigas understood that he regrets
Matías Ortega Carmona
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Watching the different relationships each cow have with one another is really interesting. Just like humans they have their own clicks.
This was the first time I saw these two interact so affectionately and it made me happy because i initially thought they were both loners.
Ι spotted them three days ago during a mountain biking ride. Went back the next day to ''shoot'' them with my ''workhorse''. They were kind enough to offer me some unique moments.
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There is no shortage of noise in our lives. Water rushes, cities move, conversations overlap, and obligations call for our attention.
Yet every meaningful relationship is built in small moments of quiet—those brief spaces where the rest of the world seems to recede. We don't remember every word that was spoken. We remember how it felt to be fully present with someone who mattered.
Love doesn't wait for silence.
It learns to find it.
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These critically endangered white-backed vultures are a joy to be able to observe/photograph in any situation since there’s no telling how much longer they’ll still be around in the wild. In this specific shot, the birds are somehow managing to look affectionate and very intimidating all at the same time.
Chandrabhaga beach on the coast of Konark becoming India's first to get the Blue Flag certification — a tag given to environment-friendly clean beaches, equipped with amenities of international standards for tourists. Recently another beach has also got this tag( Golden beach) I will post photos of it in future
Formerly, the waters of Chandrabhaga beach flowed inside the Sun Temple falling on the wheel, dance hall and smaller shrines. The beach was then moved by 2 km from Konark Temple. The beach is usually a spot for picnics and tourists visit it after offering prayers at the Sun Temple. The Chandrabhaga fair is held annually to honor Lord Surya. During this festival, the beach comes to life with religious events happening in the beach, Jatra or Orissa Folk Theatre and vendors selling food and toys. One can reach here from Puri Railway Station and the best time to visit this place is from October to May.
I remember there is another legend associated with the beach, which says… Sambha son of lord Krishna was once cursed of leprosy by none other than his father ! Sambha was very handsome and krishna felt his 16000 wives were getting more fond of Sambha than him ! Broken hearted ,Sambha was roaming in Chandrabhaga river,they say….He prayed to sun god ,with full devotion and was cured of his leprosy !!
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Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.”
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"Beauty put on one of her richest gowns to please the Beast, and waited for evening with the utmost impatience, at last the wished-for hour came, the clock struck nine, yet no Beast appeared. Beauty then feared she had been the cause of his death; she ran crying and wringing her hands all about the palace, like one in despair; after having sought for him everywhere, she recollected her dream, and flew to the fountain in the garden, where she dreamed she saw him. There she found poor Beast stretched out, quite senseless, and, as she imagined, dead. She threw herself upon him without any dread, and finding his heart beat still, she fetched some water from the fountain, and poured it on his head.
The Beast opened his eyes, and said to Beauty, 'You forgot your promise, and I was so afflicted for having lost you, that I resolved to starve myself, but since I have the happiness of seeing you once more, I die satisfied.'
'No, dear Beast,' said Beauty, 'You must not die. Live to be my husband; from this moment I give you my hand, and swear to be none but yours. Alas! I thought I had only a friendship for you, but the grief I now feel convinces me, that I cannot live without you.'"
Taken from La Belle et la Bête (Beauty and the Beast) by
Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont - an abridged version of the tale originally written by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve.
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for Friday 13th of February, being so close to Saint Valentine's Day, is "lovebirds", and I immediately thought of what was perhaps the greatest love story in my childhood, Beauty and the Beast, and here they are underneath a lovely star filled sky. Both are part of a hand painted matryoshka set I have from the Ukraine, with the Beast being the largest in the set and the Beauty being the second largest. If you turn the Beast around, you will find him as a prince on the other side, but I prefer him as the Beast. I hope you like my choice for this week's theme, and that it makes you smile!
I must confess that as a child, I struggled with the idea of Beauty falling in love with the Beast, and he then being turned into a Prince. What I struggled with was the fact that Beauty was in love with the Beast, and yet the Beast was gone. In the classic 1946 surrealist French film "La Belle et la Bête" by Jean Cocteau the Prince asks Beauty whether she regrets his transformation to which she replies, "I shall have to get accustomed to you." Many years later in 1997 when I was an adult, author Robin McKinley wrote a second retelling of Beauty and the Beast (her first being the wonderful adaptation "Beauty" published in 1978 which I love). In her second adaptation "Rose Daughter", when Beauty returns to the Beast and declares her love for him, she is given a choice. Either the Beast returns to his human form and regains his wealth and power, thereby also returning her family to their former status, or he stays as is and they live a peaceful peasant life in the village. Depending on her choice, their names would be spoken throughout the land if she chooses to return Beast to human form. She asks how they will be spoken, and on hearing that it would be in fear and dread, she chooses the peaceful peasant life and the Beast remains as the Beast. The pair return home to Rose Cottage and Beauty's family to live a quiet happily ever after. Perhaps I was not the only one who questioned the Beast's transformation at the end of Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont's classic faerie tale "La Belle et la Bête"