A little fairy-tale

The Galician legends talk to us about the Lobisome (sic); that dark tale about the Oceanic werewolf: our brutal and humble Minotaur.


For God knows never will be known where it ends the animalism and it begins the mental sickness in these anomalies: our black monsters, politicians and bumpkins.


The anecdote of the wolf is rooted with the narrations about the ogre: as it seems both were one in the beginning of the cannibal Europe.

The genocide of the Neanderthal by the Cro-Magnon: the massacred population of the black monsters...all these long battles were so repugnant that settled profound impression in our species' psyche, permanently, and already from our distant ancestors.
Genetics and mathematics are the same but...did the homo sapiens-sapiens got his genoma intertwined with the Neanderthal? Or some intercourses just produced hybrid and sterile individuals, like the mules?

How long the Neanderthal men survived, how long those nefarious beasts of cretin foreheads could escape from our ancestors, the Cro-Magnons?
How impressive was the rejection, the view of both species each other?


In those bestial times, the racism and the disgust about the different one was -not only- accepted: it was excellent, and mandatory.


In those times, any tolerance was madness and perdition; and the ownership and possession of the man over the woman was absolute, based just in a vulgar physical superiority.


During those spaces of time were born the myths of the sky and the narrations about the dark autochthonous people of the islands and shores, usually represented as snakes.
And in those times was born the taboo of the incest.


According to H. G. Wells, the last Neanderthals were seen in the 19th century, in indigenous areas of the camitized Europe, like the Greece, western Ireland and degraded populations of western Iberia.


I'm coming to suppose that on through our veins runs abundantly this cretin blood; we're all beasts, black monsters.


Yes. I guess we are all black monsters.