Leí por acá que se quejaban de las notas al pie larguísimas en un texto. A mí me parecen un elemento muy bello, incluso aquellas que se demoran páginas en terminar: pura marginalia de la curiosidad.
Cuando Virgina Woolf dijo: “Hay una especie de tristeza que surge cuando se sabe demasiado, cuando se ve el mundo como realmente es” describió perfecto lo que significa crecer.
Tonight is Walpurgis Night, the night of the witches, and one of the most magical nights of the year.
According to Northern European folklore, this is a night when the veil between our world and the Otherworld grows thin, and spirits may cross over into the human world.
Walpurgis Night is most closely associated with witches, and it was believed that witches would travel on their brooms to the Brocken, the highest peak of the Harz mountain range in Germany. There they would gather and celebrate Sabbath with the Devil.
Walpurgis Night is a night of magic and mystery, and it is still celebrated with bonfires in many European countries.