Publisher's Synopsis
When evening falls and the sun from the deer gilds the cornfields, in the corridors of the peasant houses of my town its inhabitants gather to enjoy a well-deserved rest from their arduous work in the fields. It is time to strum the trebles and make the guitar strings sound and sing those songs that bring back memories of love and heartbreak.But it is also the time to tell those stories that have passed from generation to generation; stories of horror stories, witches, ghosts, treasures and ghosts that inhabit the imagination of people.In the voice of the narrators, those evil monsters revive every afternoon, wandering in the dark nights in search of those who wander alone on the roads and streets . The audience shudders when they hear in their imagination the screams of those souls in pain, the leaping footsteps of the Patasola, the plaintive cry of La Llorona in search of her son, the gualdrapiar of the flight of the witches, the mischief of the goblin and the creak of the coffins when the souls in pain leave the cemeteries ...
