A homeless woman lives on the streets. Nobody knows her true story, a story of love, abused, loneliness...
...The little house roofs from la Perla were wet with the ocean mist. In the poor neighborhood the old buildings were made out of gray concrete, and the green and blue painted houses were almost falling into the sea that surrounded them ... those years printed on the stone walls surrounding the San Juan of the poor and the San Juan of the rich. Adelaida would sit by the shore near la Perla every afternoon. She used to wet her feet and her face to play and talk with the ocean waves, the only friends that still caressed her wilted skin.
“Once I loved a man… he would say I was so pretty, used to caress my curls, and kiss my neck. He said: ‘I adore the way you smell, a female smell, like country flowers ... my wild flower.’ And he would kiss my lips…. I was a lady ... I used to sing in the ‘Three Kings Celebrations’, and the ‘Misa de Gallo,’ the early morning mass. My widow mother used to take care of me... but I wanted to love, even though she had different advice.”
“He said he loved me, and asked me to run away with him on a bright sunny afternoon ... that he would marry me, to give me his name, that I wouldn’t have a need for anything. I left my home. But before leaving, I left a letter: a letter without any value, a letter that could not ease a great suffering. He took me to a house on top of a mountain, and there, without close friends or relatives, I lived heaven and hell in my own flesh...
Celts and Kings: The story behind the mystifying disappearance of the Celtic Earls in 1607. The story of a lost love and Celtic Spirituality.
The story of a forbidden love going back 400 years.
The story steeped in Irish history, Ce
Determined to confront the hazy memories of his troubled youth, Oliver Matthews, a retired detective and confirmed bachelor, returns to the picturesque town of Henley-on-Thames for the first time in years.
