In my Asturian town Zamorano we called that in my childhood the you Ildefonso to whom we made rage for Holy Week knocking on his door the wooden carracks that we made, to make them sound in the church in the ceremony of darkness, which I think was celebrated on the night of Holy Wednesday. The lights were gradually going out. When the last and highest tenebrario was turned off, that was madness. Everyone was screaming and we were rattle ringing. Later I learned that some waiters got their hands on the girls. The power of darkness! A minute later the light went on and everything was silent.
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