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Among olive trees
and old stones there is a
place far from the madding
crowd but still so close to the
sea as to feel the salty scent
of the breeze.
Cuenta la leyenda, que siglos atrás vivía en Ses Païsses d’Artà una
joven sibila llamada Nuredduna. Un fatídico día desembarcaron
en sus costas unos navegantes griegos que fueron apresados y
condenados a ser sacrificados a los dioses por los habitantes
de Artà. Entre ellos se hallaba Melesigeni, un joven que, con sus
melancólicas canciones, cautivó a Nuredduna. Con la intención
de salvarlo, la sibila propuso que lo dejaran morir lentamente en
las vecinas cuevas y una vez allí, lo liberó. Melesigeni huyó para
avisar de lo sucedido, pero en la huida olvidó su lira. Al percatarse
del engaño, los habitantes del poblado castigaron a Nureddu-
na que, malherida, logró escapar hasta la cueva donde dejara
a su amado. Allí murió abrazada a la lira, mientras las piedras
susurraban: “Por un latido del ansia con la que tu corazón expira
/ daríamos las centurias de calma que poseemos”. Dicen que su
espíritu todavía vaga por aquellos parajes, sumergido en esa
calma infinita de piedras y olivos, de nubes claras y aroma de sal.
Legend has it that, many centuries ago, a young sibyl named
Nuredduna lived in Ses Païsses d’Artà. One fateful day the inhab-
itants of Artà captured a party of Greek sailors who had landed
at their shores and sentenced them to be sacrificed to the gods.
Among them was Melesigeni, a young musician who captivated
Nurdedduna with his wistful tunes. The sibyl tried to save him by
suggesting the folks that they leave him to slowly die in the nearby
caves. Once there she freed him. Melesigeni ran away to let the
others know what had happened, but in the flight he forgot his
lyre. Realizing the deception, the inhabitants punished Nuredduna.
Badly injured as she was, she managed to escape though until
she got to the cave where she had left her beloved. And there
she died embracing the lyre, while the stones murmured. “For
one beat of that yearning with which your heart is expiring / we
would give the centuries of calm we possess”. It is said her spirit
still wanders around the place, lost in that endless calm of stones
and olive trees, of light clouds and salty breeze.
Lounge area with Twins armchairs
and Plump sofa.
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