LA ERMITA DE SANT MIQUEL
Pamela began that night reading your wonderful book "sync." The first page displayed the title framed in a sepia vignette somewhat blurred plant with very abstract symbols, symmetric and painstakingly intertwined. In the next section was the beginning of the first page of the ancient and mysterious issue.
No hi interrogants sense has futur ... The aclareix coses les temps. Maig, 1478
No future without question ... Time clarifies things. May 1478
Damunt Muntanyes altes them, a l'est extrem Serra Tramuntana ...
No future without question ... Time clarifies things. May 1478
Damunt Muntanyes altes them, a l'est extrem Serra Tramuntana ...
On the high mountains, the eastern end of the Sierra Tramuntana on the north coast of the island of Mallorca, the hermitage of Sant Miquel stands at 540 meters above the sea and from the large terraces to the north are the blue waters of the Mediterranean. The small building with its tower, belfry and octagonal sacristy, is built entirely of sandstone. Completes the measured space of half an orange a dome covered in attached tiled interior and outside the spherical surface is covered with polychrome ceramic pieces. In the front a rough wooden door at the top takes the form of an arch. The only access is framed by pilasters and protected by a Bastimento on which there is a small rosette predominantly flamboyant Gothic style. Inside, sober, dark under the thick ribs of the vault, an image of the Virgin Black expected to begin the pilgrimage.
With the first light of dawn, he heard the distant roar of chants and prayers mixed, the crowd rapt in the faith of the Cross and the Black Virgin, executed in unison with pious choir of discordant voices, shaking up the spirits at night lodged in the tortuous path of the mountain. Excelled flanked by canyons and cliffs on the edge of a narrow path, the crowd announced its proximity to the cacophonous sound of a prayer interspersed between the bleating and the rhythmic tinkling sheep. The fertile landscape of old growth cypress trees and olive trees opens sharply in the forecourt of the hill in front of the hermitage of Sant Miquel. In the distance, the dancers prelude to clay flutes, bagpipes and drums the emergence of a unique pilgrims procession disguised as angels and devils, followed by a group of young women dressed in robes discolored in shades of dark blue, carrying heavy baskets on their heads with bread and wildflowers.
dawning and the first rays of sun incite riotous fervor of the dancers from Llucmajor, who run in front of the faithful viewers, risky human pyramids with ease and happy to show the youngest walker at the top displays a basket full of almonds and apricots lavished on its lush fields south of Mallorca. The rumbling sound grows around groups of villagers who are disposed across the forecourt of the chapel seasoned vintage cheeses, olives, garlic, sausage, entertainment, donuts, cake of figs and melons and typical figures made of olive wood, originally from the village of Alfabia. The tinkle of the sheep and the whistling of the clay roofing siurells characterizes the spirited fun of the dancers came on foot from Portola, that lessens or grace or strength or even after 15 hours of rough travel the weary winding paths.
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