well, here the second letter that goes with my style. comments and we hope next week God willing ;-). MY THREE HUNDRED
Here Macedonian and betrayal were the menceyatos traciática the south, the Hellenic League, the northern kingdoms. The shield is sustiye hoplyta by bare-chested, spears and swords of short-range, stones and sticks by grazing. Alonso, English is the reincarnation of Xerxes and the narrowness of the gorge is the Atlantic version of the pass at Thermopylae. Same beard and long hair, which was beautiful with handsome men and ugly men feared, is the similarity between Leonidas and Bencomo, noble, faithful to back Bushido code, where the affiliation of the subject the man was only surpassed by that of Mr. to the vassal. The soul of three hundred Spartans defeated heroes, descendants of Heracles, along with seven hundred Thespians and four hundred Thebans, rest in the Garden of the Hesperides looking proud the battle that lucky place, 1976 years later, took on its soil, where their counterparts in Taoro, Tacoma and Anaga, shed blood for freedom of islands often mystified, often unappreciated by their own people, where no fear, not the words "with your shield or on it", no glory, but the privileged known in their homeland, free from waves, honored by the gods, led them to not give up against the promises of power and foreign apotheosis , who did not die at the hands of metal and gunpowder follow the example of Bentor, tumbling down the walls gray Tigaiga rather than endure the humiliation in Los Realejos. The only difference spot memory, is that here there was no Platea, here there were only residual groups of rebels in the mountains: here we "Confederates into the realms of Spain" and Benytomo, at the foot of the cross florida, spit on the memory of paredros Candelaria calling Chaxiraxi. Laugh Fernando Lugo Guanarteme with, forgetting that he was called heyday Thenesor Semidan: do not know who was ... does not know who is ... ironic allegory of a king become a slave to memory, reflection of the children of Atlantis back to Teide, Boys, Nublo Tinaganar, Garajonay Chache Jandia, hoping his past desmemoran exomarítima salvation ... salvation, frecuentemene made conviction. It remains for us to honor the memory of our three hundred individuals, accepting with one hand and holding with the other, to win the first battle of Acentejo projected on the children of the Canary Islands, Guanche proud and Gothic mix.
Kevin Acaymo Thus ended the oral expositions of his doctoral thesis. Nervous, with beads of sweat resbalándosele by the cheeks, making cluster in the chin as if to form a stalactite of meat, spilling one to one permeating the black tie-sensitive salt ponds and anxiety. The group of professors and retired to deliberate after a meeting time, choose to give his answer: "While recognizing
their efforts, especially the writing of the thesis, which shows findings not previously seen in the battle Aboriginal Acentejo, this court decides to consider it not suitable to be given the title of doctor. Kevin
Acaymo with stunned expression, similar to having children on the day of kings when unpacking the gifts waiting for the desired toy and found only socks and pajamas, just happens to ask "why?".
"In a doctoral thesis sticks to answer one of the professors, it requires a very relevant topic. You have tried to put the same level Guanche warriors, with the Spartans and the Samurai, cultures truly relevant in world history, with philosophy and spirit that transcend time and geography, very different from what happens with the aboriginals.
"But I try to get that transcendence, the student responds," but if you do not allow me, nothing can be done.
There was silence in the room. No silence of lime and myrtle: rather one of lapilli and Sirocco, where the words thrown by Kevin inquisodores Acaymo to be empegostan in the throat and ears like the African dust.
-Sorry-last answer.
A timid applause. Commitment applause. A mock applause. A requiem that sounds like applause for this piece of Macaronesia. This terminates the killing of Kevin Acaymo particular. The boy goes to the booth to call his mother and tell her the news.
"Hi mom ... I finally stopped.
"But of course," you hear the other side of the handset, whom he happens to talk about Guanches, at the University of La Laguna.
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