Of matters of men I’ve seen more than my share: in their houses and in their lifestyles, and in their way to dress, or not to dress. In their churches and in the things, they believe these contain.
From, The treasure, in the book, Searching for treasures, by edudelcorral
Pilar paused and breathed in deeply, gradually relaxing her nerves and her muscles slowly, one by one. In the end, she sat without moving, her gaze fixed on some point in the distant reaches of her imagination, her face expressionless without the least hint of an emotion.
Unexpectedly, the pianist began her narrative once more, but now with the unmistakable voice of Pilar’s grandmother.
Her voice took on the vocal inflections in the tone and modulation of Angelica’s rich melodious voice, as it became a true and perfect copy of her grandmother’s speech, evoking slight echoes and reminiscences of other places and times, which recalled the distinctive accents of the highlands of Boyacá.
And in that slight and subtle intonation, was the discrete confirmation of those days, long gone by, of the childhood of her maternal grandmother, speaking of happy times as she grew up in Chiquinquirá, the religious capital of the Colombians devotion. For it was in that small urban centre, where the Basilic was found. The Basilic of Our Lady of the Rosary of Chiquinquirá, since then, considered the Patron and Protector of Colombia.
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