El Nido del Águila

A grim, cold afternoon at winter Students learning Still raining against the glasses It's classroom. A poster shows Cain as outcast And Abel is dead, alongside a bloodstain With an empty and sound bell The master yells, a book on his hand And a choir of infants Singing the lesson A thousand times houndred , hundred thousand; thousand times thousand, a million. A grim, cold afternoon at winter Students learning Still raining against the glasses ... A poem by Antonio Machado. He was a member of the intelectual and cultural movement known as Spanish 98rs.

At 5 PM It was 5  PM A boy brought the white sheed It was 5 PM A ton of lime warned All the rest was death, just death Wind took cottons At 5 PM Oxide seed cristal and niquel At 5 PM The dove and the leopard fight yet At 5 PM A thigh sliced by a lonely bull shank At 5 PM It started to sound the "bordón" At 5 PM Arsenic and smoke bells At 5 PM On  corners quiet crowds At 5 PM And just the Bull with the heart beating! At 5 PM When snow sweat was arriving At 5 PM When the bullring was cover of lodo At 5 PM Death put her eggs into the wound At 5 PM At 5 PM At 5 o'clock PM The bed is a casket with wheels At 5 PM Bones and flutes sounding in his ear At 5 PM The bull mopping by his forehead At 5 PM The fourth agonizing At 5 PM Gangrene comes from far away At 5 PM Lirium trunk for the green groin At 5 PM Wounds burning like the Sun At 5 PM Mob broking windows At 5 PM At 5 PM OH, how terrible 5 PM was that! The same 5 in all clocks ...

300 years ago, there was a great warrior, who united seven kingdoms in one single Crown. The warrior had a beast. A black great monstrous dragon. The dragonfire melted down a thousand blades, and forged a throne, so high that it touched the roof of the great room, inside a Red Fortress. Today, the king is not a warrior, not a ruler. He is just a kid. And kids are not good enough to be kings. The kingdom is ruled by King's advisors, like his grandfather, a powerful landlord from the west. There are others. An old Master of the Citadel, with a chain carrying rings of gold and silver. And there are two men. Two smart and powerful men, who came from nothing. Men from nothing are the most dangerous of every men. Those who have nothing to lose, have nothing to fear. These men like and hate one each other. And that is the key of today's story. A lesson one though the other. In the throne room. The two men look the Iron Throne. "A thousand blades... Taken from the hands of Kin...

I'm inside sadness, which is a time And a space, and a soul devoured by another ghost soul which hasn't been. Nothing or anyone pains inside sadness, meanwhile slow days get longer And their darkness kingdoms Drown from "Soy en mayo". A poem by National Poetry Awarded Julio Martínez Mesanza

Young Alexander lived in Macedonian capital city of Pella, and had great and rich chambers, servants of his own, instructors to learn to combat, and the old Leonidas who thought him the mithology, and gave him a copy of The illiad and The Odissey. As the son of a King, he was a prince, and was raised with all luxuries money could buy. One day his father, King Philipe, took Alexander and they went to a mountain, far from Pella. The mountain was a goldmine, and inside it, slave workers drew the gold, which later was converted in money, or commodities for aristocrats. Philipe made his son enter deep into the mine, and look the slaves to the eyes. Eyes without life at all. -Do you see, my son? That is how our power is made of. These slaves, and much more of them laid the foundations of our world. -Why did you bring me to this horrible place father?? -Because you must understand, son, nothing in this world comes from nothing. All has a price, and it must be payed. Those who work insid...

You must place yourselves in the battlefield of French countryside, near of Agincourt. It's 1415, and the tired armies of King Henry, are desperate for arriving into Calais, a safe port with food, water, and fast sails that can transport them back to England. They are in France because of their King's demands. He wants to be crowned King of France. He is eager to be blessed whit the Sacred Oil of Clovis, in the Great Church of Reims. King Henry felt deeply insulted by King Charles VI (The Mad King) when he, in response to King Henry's demands, sent a set of tennis balls to the English Court on Whitehall. The first great encounter between French and English armies was the siege of Hapfleur, a strong and well defended city. As a result, the English army lost lots of men, part of their food, and had to abandon their siege weapons. Today, the field in France is wet, muddy, and its very difficult to make any movement. Even worse: His Majesty the King has disappeared, and no ...

The happy life be These The quiet mind The equal friend No grudge, no sitrife Wisdom Join'd with simplicity The night discharged Of all care By Henry Howard. Duke of Northfolk's nephew. Catherine Howard's uncle (or cousin, don't remember). He was denounced for usurper the royal arms and try to abduct the Prince of Wales. He was sentenced to die in the place called Tybourn. His head was separated from his body, and his arms and legs where cut and sent to the four corners of Britain as a warning to the enemies of the Crown.

There is a story about a man . Just a regular man, not specially tall, or smart, or funny. An average man. As any other man in the world, he had a father, and also a mother. He loved his mother and his mother loved him. He deeply hated his father, and his father hated him. His mother was a kind woman, always smiling, always tender. The father was a terrible person. He beat his son, insulted him... That man despised his son. Several years later, when the man of our history was 30 or 35 years old, the mother died. That kind and tender mother who had loved him and who had cared for him, simply passed away. During the burial, trying to remember things he had in common, or beautiful memories of her, the man discovered himself totally incapable of crying. And even more several years later, when our man was 50 years old, his father passed away. That terrible father who had made our man's life miserable, who had beaten him, caught a fatal condition, and died. But in the father's fu...

It is said that God is everywhere, but He attend his meetings in Buenos Aires (Argentina). And probably there is no holly city as Jerusalem, which includes the last Wall of The Solomon's Temple (supposedly where the Alliance's Haul was laid), the plane of Mosques, where Mohammed abandoned the earth with Arcangel St. Gabriel, and the Golgoth, the Calvary Mount and the Saint Grave of our Lord, who came back from death in third day... But above all cities, non is like Rome. A beautiful city. An ancient one too. We know that it was founded in year 753 B.C by Romulus and his mob of rapists, thieves, and murderers. At the very beginning of their History, Roman were (according to Octavian Cesar) strong and ferocious, but also were lonely and gross creatures... And men. They were only men. No single woman among the tribe, and this could be a problem when the time comes, not just because of necessities, but also for reproduction of the species. Romulus understood that, and sent his men...