Some traditions, not to be written and publicly punished, sometimes we miss the side, not give them the attention they deserve. Today I talk about one of them, which gave me an intense and intimate experience.
I knew the existence of the Brotherhood through one of its founding members , which released in advance the intentions, feelings, the how and why. Intrigued by her story I asked more information, which he expanded willingly, as if prompted. Hopelessly trapped, I submitted my application for admission, but was "proof" in their little brotherhood.
know It was another way of living the Easter Leon, a little beyond the steps and processions, or maybe a little closer, you never know.
My application for membership was accepted, and at 21:30 began the day by dining, friendly with the precepts of Lent, the cod-with a capital-to ajoarriero which gave us the energy and heat that we were both need. We enjoyed a wonderful addition conversation, with experiences and memories of other nights like that never the same.
then walked relieved to find the back of the College Lions, the rest of the round. Far from the crowds of other acts, Lyric Round Pasional organized by the Confraternity of Christ the unlocked (reduced name) is a discreet event, quiet, sober, not entertained but accompanied by a single drum, a bugle and a ratchet. The maintainer , flanked by torches carried by the brothers, led us raseando their favorite spots of this wonderful "old city and our", telling in "stone line" the reason for the selection of each season.
Thus we speak of the Communards to the doors of the Cathedral, the creation of the Convent of St. Clare, one of the miracles that occurred on its doorstep, the origin of Easter pardon a prisoner at the foot of the Prison, the origin of the Brotherhood of Unlock, the Tres Marias and the rise of Jesus to heaven at the door of Forgiveness in San Isidoro ...
Then we dive into the oldest of Leon and , leaving the neighborhood Wet, we pass to the Church of the market, deepen Lion in medieval to find, between two pieces of wall, the Via Crucis driving, stony silence between stations, the Crucified One way of his destiny. This year will not enter the Convent of the Carbajales for the nuns, and older songs are not for night and asked to sleep in peace to pray in a position, and their hours.
Therefore, after witnessing the passage of all Papon, breathing the silence broken only by the friction of shoes against the pavement layers, also by the required technological toll cameras ( in this case, mea culpa ), we salute and, quietly and slowly, we go where Christ came, he led the way, immersed in reflection, silence and a mixture of anxiety and inner peace.
A coffee-time, at dawn, facing the Palace Boots, we slowly returned to everyday reality as we provide the small amount of heat that need, and withdrawal, free to get to our beds, but sleep for several hours will refuse to come because we will continue intoxicated by all the sensations discovered.
Pedro, Marcos, Sergio , thank you wholeheartedly for your little admit in Brotherhood, for showing me, another year, that Easter in Leon is much, much more than the happy Genarín, and that there are traditions, although not written , which is worth knowing, enjoying and conserving cold feet, heat in the stomach, and hope in your heart.
Photos, hastily addressed to upload this post, do not do justice, even remotely, the environment experienced during the cold-and warm-night Leon. I look forward to, little by little, teach a small corner of Easter sober and elegant, but also Festive.
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