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El Ojo en el Cielo, Madrid (2026)

10/05/2026

Veruela: Echoes of Mystery
Curiously, the period of stay of the Bécquer brothers, Gustavo and Valeriano, in the Veruela monastery, occurred in the years between 1863 and 1865: precisely, those that determined one of the milestones that would change the historical drift of North America and by default, of the world, as was the Civil War between the states of the Union and the Confederacy. Although, by then, one of the greatest writers of fantasy and horror literature of all time, Edgar Allan Poe, had already died for some time, anyone would say, however, that his spirit had taken over the young man's fertile imagination. Gustavo, at that time, a correspondent in the newspaper 'El Contemporáneo', to pick up the gauntlet of some stories, in this case, based on the most surprising aspects of traditional folklore, which, years after the author died, would appear, with all their merit, among the most admired works of universal Literature.
It was at that time, moreover, when the world was shaken by the terrible death tolls with which the two armies bled each other in places like Shilloh, Bull Run or Gettysburg, while Mark Twain continued to offer the world the wonderful adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Fynn, when the Bécquer brothers, protected by the circumstances of the terrible illness that plagued Gustavo, arrived at this enigmatic monastery of Veruela, located, like a metaphorical exorcism, on the edge of a supernatural environment marked by the presence of one of the most mysterious and legendary mountains, not only in Aragon, but also in the entire Spanish Peninsula, such as Moncayo, bringing out of the dust of History, all kinds of unique legends, protected by the shadow of some tombs and some unique ornamentations, in whose suggestive chiaroscuro, one day rested the mortal remains of notable abbots, such as López Marco or exponents of the royalty of Aragon, such as the infante Alfonso, son of King Jaime I, to the point of being able to speculate that Veruela, independently from neighboring Soria, constituted, with the attraction of its ancient mystery, the supernatural origin of that favorite son of Seville, who, for the world, was Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.
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12/04/2026

Bosch: The Painter of the Unknowable
One of the fathers of Surrealism, André Breton, defined man as "that ultimate dreamer," a definition which, applied to the supernatural enigma that is Bosch, falls decidedly short of deciphering one of the greatest enigmas in History and, by extension, that circumstantial ambivalence of complementarities and circumstances that is Art.
The Dutch city of 's-Hertogenbosch would probably not have overcome, like many other Western cities, the ostracism of modern times, had it not been for the fact that, like the famous Bethlehem where the Magi were led to witness an extraordinary birth, it also saw the birth of a prophet, possibly ahead of his time and destined to break molds, making Art the pure and simple personification of the Unknowable: Hieronymus Bosch, El Bosco.
Painter, member of a religious brotherhood, visionary, and possibly even a spy in his spare time, the truth is that, centuries after his death, his work offers us more than just a cultural legacy of the highest order: clear proof that the surrealist poet Paul Éluard was right when he asserted that there are other worlds, but, indeed, they are all in this one.
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27/03/2026

The Hidden Temple Where Eternal Symbols Converge

Its layout reproduces one of the most venerated symbols of Ancient Egypt: the Ankh or Cross of Life. In its transepts, immersed in that metaphor of eternity, which is the circle, we can see what some sources from Antiquity called the ‘Druid’s foot’: the five-pointed star.

Its location, in the centre of Spain and marking the two northernmost capes, Finisterre and Creus, was pointed out, in those happy eighties of the last century XX, by one of the great pioneers of what has been called Magical Spain: Juan García Atienza.

The complex hermeticism of its sculptures is also a challenge to the imagination and possibly the origin of the heated speculations about the activities that, under the protection of a Black Virgin and with a reputation for being very miraculous, the Virgin of Health, were carried out in this beautiful church by anonymous members of a legendary medieval Order: that of the Knights Templar.

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15/02/2026

The Romanesque That Withstood the Riders of Time
Nor could the church of Castillejo de Mesleón survive unscathed the passage of that Baroque steamroller, among other Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which left its mark, like that four-legged beast upon which Attila the Hun rode, instilling terror in his enemies and leaving an indelible footprint on the grass he had the misfortune to pass over.
Also dedicated to Our Lady of the Assumption, like the church of Sequera de Fresno, the solitude of this consecrated stone geometry, presumably dating from the same period in which Eleanor of Aquitaine was promoting troubadour culture in her famous Courts of Love, is only disturbed by the incessant traffic of the A-6 motorway and occasionally by those who turn off a few kilometers before, heading towards Sepúlveda and the stunning natural landscape of the Duratón River Gorge.
However, enough of its original architecture remains for the curious traveler—who, like the witches in Galicia, fortunately still exist—to postpone their appointment with destiny for a few minutes and admire, without reservation, a temple that, after all, even without excessive ornamentation, is still characterized by that fortunate harmony that makes it one of the unmissable Romanesque elements in Segovia's formidable historical, artistic, and cultural heritage.
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14/02/2026

A Romanesque Church with a Divided Soul
It is dedicated to Our Lady of the Assumption, but I have my doubts as to whether that was its original dedication, when, back in the 12th century, anonymous stonemasons, probably from the magnificent workshops established in Sepúlveda during the repopulation period, harmoniously played with the harmonic rules of geometry, without imagining that centuries later, a steamroller—be it fashion, revolution, war, or simply ignorance—transformed its original plan into a kind of architectural Jekyll and Hyde that only attracts attention from one side.
We find ourselves in Sequera de Fresno, a place that was possibly colonized by those same Celtiberians who danced to the beat of drums when they weren't ambushing Roman legionaries on the roads of a Hispania that was already beginning to sense, on that same horizon where the young dreamer of a famous Joan Manuel Serrat song placed all his hopes, the arrival of the Visigothic banners, who, after several centuries of rule characterized by intrigue and betrayal, were finally humiliated in the hitherto peaceful waters of the Guadalete River.
Perhaps one of the stonemasons, in a remarkable display of imagination, or perhaps because he actually witnessed them firsthand when the Duero's borders began to loosen, depicted there, on a capital of the desolate north portal, one of those very North African warriors who challenged, and ultimately defeated, that king named Rodrigo. Despite the famous legend of La Cava that now haunts him in popular memory, Rodrigo reigned with sorrow, but practically without glory—a rather novel curiosity, as well as an uncommon and almost unique representation of its kind.
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13/02/2026

El Portador de Oro y las Sombras del Invierno

Si tú, amigo viajero, eres de los que comparten, como yo, aquella iluminada idea de un pesimista confeso, Emil Cioran, que considera que ‘nada apaga mi sed de dudas’ y a continuación desea tener el cayado de Moisés para hacerlas brotar incluso de la roca, una visita a Barahona de Fresno no te dejará nunca indiferente, aunque te recomiendo que la hagas en primavera o en otoño, pues este sol que aquí te muestro, no es de esos soles de justicia cuyo aliento es como el siroco del desierto, sino que pertenece a esa otra raza de soles, amedrentados por el paso del solsticio de invierno, incapaces de derretir siquiera la escarcha que como una mortaja se abate sobre los tejados.

Pero no hablaremos, en esta ocasión, de soles melancólicos, de heladas becquerianas emparentadas con la muerte, ni tampoco de tejados afectados por ese tira y afloja entre el frío y el calor, que hacen de la teja castellana el sambenito de una resiliencia tan frágil, que hasta los gatos se parapetan bajo el marco de roble de las puertas para no tener que poner a prueba la dudosa veracidad de sus supuestas siete vidas.

Hablaremos, aunque sea brevemente, de su iglesia parroquial, románica, si bien muy modificada, donde volvemos a encontrarnos con la hermética figura de ese misterioso ‘Portador de Cristo’ o, descendiendo los peldaños de la Escalera de Jacob para tocar tierra con esas cosas tan terrestres o mundanas, ‘Portador del Oro’, esa misma tonalidad que parecen adquirir los sillares bien avenidos de un ábside y una nave, que, incluso a la mortecina luz de un sol de invierno –muy diferente, como hemos aventurado, de aquel otro, Invictus, que le dio la victoria a Constantino en la famosa batalla de Puente Milvio- muestra detalles que no se deben dejar pasar por alto, si queremos que las dudas continúen siendo un aliciente en nuestro camino: las numerosas y geométricas marcas de cantero, situadas muy por debajo de unos canecillos ilustrados, donde Eros vuelve a ganarle la partida a Psique, recordándonos aquel complejo muestrario de libidinosas inquietudes, que, posiblemente, desde lugares tan alejados, como Cervatos, fueron siendo copiadas y adaptadas al románico castellano.

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31/12/2025

Ambrona: The Past That Still Breathes Beneath the Earth
Also belonging to the area of Miño de Medinaceli, Conquezuela, and the cave and hermitage of Santa Cruz, the Ambrona paleontological site, besides being an essential place for deepening our understanding of this unique area of Soria, which borders Guadalajara just a few kilometers away, teaches us, even if only metaphorically, that monsters exist.
That's what any unsuspecting traveler might think, driven by curiosity, heading towards the site along a winding country road. Between curves, some tighter than others, and hills that in some cases resemble the bulging humps of a camel, they might stumble upon, at a certain point in their journey, a creature from another world: an enormous mammoth. While it may not have the spectacular woolly coat of its Siberian relatives, it does possess, like them, extraordinary tusks that make it a formidable war machine, best left undisturbed.
Recovering from the initial shock of the encounter, the traveler will soon come across a curious building, its rear base seemingly sunken, like a bunker or a sealed nuclear test observation area. Inside, amidst display cases, information panels, and muffled footsteps, they will see, in these striking remains that seem eternally bound to the earth, the stark evidence of beings who were already legendary when Noah disembarked from the Ark after the Great Flood. Their presence testifies to that teeming life surrounding swamps and mangroves, immortalized by the mud for all eternity, making this area a future school for investigating the fascinating enigmas of a past whose memory still evokes a sense of vertigo, even in the face of time itself.
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31/12/2025

Ambrona: El Pasado que Aún Respira Bajo la Tierra

Perteneciente también al entorno de Miño de Medinaceli, de Conquezuela y de la cueva y ermita de la Santa Cruz, el yacimiento paleontológico de Ambrona, aparte de ser un lugar esencial para profundizar en el conocimiento de esta zona tan peculiar de Soria, que limita, a pocos kilómetros, con Guadalajara, nos enseña, siquiera sea de una manera metafórica, que los monstruos existen.

Eso es lo que puede llegar a pensar cualquier viajero desprevenido, que, motivado por la curiosidad, se dirija hacia el yacimiento, siguiendo una tortuosa carreterilla comarcal y entre curvas, más o menos cerradas y montes que en algunos casos semejan las abultadas jorobas de un camello, se t**a, en un momento determinado de su viaje, con un ser de otro mundo: un enorme mamut, que, aun no teniendo ese espectacular pelaje lanudo del que hacían gala sus parientes siberianos, sí posee, como ellos, unos extraordinarios colmillos que lo convierten en una formidable máquina de guerra, a la que es mejor no molestar.

Recuperado de la sorpresa del encuentro, el viajero no tardará en t**arse con un curioso edificio, cuya base posterior parece estar hundida, a semejanza de los búnqueres o de esas herméticas zonas de observación de pruebas nucleares, en cuyo interior, entre vitrinas expositoras, carteles de referencia y pasos amortiguados, podrá ver, en esos sorprendentes restos que parecen eternamente unidos a la tierra, los crudos testimonios de unos seres que ya eran leyenda cuando Noé desembarcó del Arca, tras el Diluvio Universal y cuya presencia testimonia ese hervidero de vida, alrededor de pantanos y manglares, que fue inmortalizado por el barro para toda la eternidad, haciendo de esta zona, una escuela, en el futuro, donde investigar los fascinantes enigmas de un pasado, cuyo recuerdo causa vértigo incluso en los recuerdos del tiempo.

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30/12/2025

The Forgotten Lagoon and the Secret Hermitage: Mysteries in the Heart of Soria
Incredibly, in this place, located seven kilometers from Miño de Medinaceli and the same distance from Conquezuela, where the traveler's gaze seems lost in the placid stillness of an ocean of cultivated fields, closely guarded by that almost immortal shepherd—a small, steep, and intriguing promontory—there was, until not so long ago, an immense lagoon. Here, kings like Alfonso X the Wise came to hunt small birds, and French Enlightenment thinkers, followers of Voltaire's rationalism, stalked leeches, which, it was said, were reputed to be the best natural vampires when it came to performing bloodletting, a practice used well into the 20th century.
We are in a very particular place, in a Soria that, if not magical, can certainly be considered decidedly mystical and special enough to attract the attention of Christian evangelists, who erected an impressive Romanesque arch over the cave entrance and later, a spiritual stronghold: a hermitage they called the Hermitage of the Holy Cross.
As in the hermitage of Saint Saturius, located in the city of Soria, where the poet Antonio Machado indicated that the Duero River traces a crossbow curve, here too there were, if not hermits, then hermits who sought enlightenment in these solitudes, and shepherds who, taking refuge from the intense heat of the dog days or the frequent storms, left their mark in the same place where other hands, other people, thousands of years before, carved hundreds of cupules, whose meaning remains a mystery to this day.
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30/12/2025

La Laguna Olvidada y la Ermita Secreta: Misterios en la Soria Profunda

Por increíble que parezca, en este lugar, situado a siete kilómetros de Miño de Medinaceli y a otros tantos de Conquezuela, donde la vista del viajero parece extraviarse en la plácida quietud de un océano de campos cultivables, escoltados de cerca por ese comparativo pastor inmortal, que es un pequeño, escarpado e intrigante promontorio, hubo, hasta tiempos no excesivamente lejanos, una inmensa laguna, donde reyes, como Alfonso X el Sabio acudían a cazar pajarillos y los ilustrados franceses, seguidores del racionalismo de Voltaire, acechaban a las sanguijuelas, que, según decían, tenían fama de ser los mejores vampiros naturales a la hora de realizar una práctica, la sangría, utilizada hasta bien entrado el siglo XX.

Estamos en un punto muy particular, de una Soria, que, si no mágica, sí se puede considerar, sin embargo, como decididamente mistérica y lo suficientemente especial como para atraer la atención de los evangelizadores cristianos, que levantaron un impresionante arco románico sobre la entrada de la cueva y con posterioridad, un ‘fuerte espiritual’: una ermita a la que llamaron de la Santa Cruz.

Como en la ermita de San Saturio, situada en Soria capital, allá donde indicaba el poeta Antonio Machado que el río Duero traza una curva de ballesta, también aquí hubo, si no santeros, sí eremitas que buscaron la iluminación en estas soledades y pastores, que, refugiándose de los intensos calores de los días de canícula o de las frecuentes tormentas, dejaron su huella en el mismo lugar en el que otras manos, otras humanidades, miles de años antes, labraron cientos de cazoletas, cuyo significado continúa siendo un misterio en nuestros días.

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