14 may 2014
Explicandum on Favilac the Wisigoth, King of Asturias
Favilac was imprudent, and choleric, and had dagger
and he entertained his afternoon and evening in the hunting high and low, crossing through forests populated by birds of vivid plumage, verdolaga and amber
and he marched in search of the bear, and in search of the were-wolf, and in search of the wild boar, also called xabarín, and many animals more.
And he was given to the sweet liqueurs, like the creme de menthe, or the anisette, and to the succulent meats, and to the spicy stews which he consumed in his conical and walled citadel of Cangues d'Onis during the inclement and hazy nights of the winters.
His father, Pelagius or Pelay or Pelachus or Polacha, the Wisigoth, he gave Favilac throne, and throne was built in almonds and oro.
Every night of the winters, Favilac manducated his tender red meats, and sipped his dulcet liqueurs making noises that scared the courtiers, cupbearers and servitors.
And Favilac did nothing, but being seated on his throne built in almonds and gold, eating his saucy stews and listening to the emaciated troubadour and to the morbid musicien playing mandolin and the cornamusa, and this is why the abdomen of the monarch augmented considerably in his days, not to mention his hips and nates, which were more turgent than the very ones of his wife consort Froiluba or Froilewa.
Because the Moors were fighting in the Frances, and invading the Navarrese, and Provençal Christian kingdoms, and they were too busy with those guerillas, and Favilac lived in peace in his isolated kingdom of Asturias, and his castle was located in the middle of the walled and conical citadel that himself designed with maddened rhomboid lanes, and in the middle of the day lepers and toothless old women walked like momias by the lanes of the rotting town, and king Favilac threw boiling water and gall and snakes and cornamusas full of semen at them from his balconies, because he didn't want to see them.
And there came the day in which Favilac is strangled and his head is eaten alive by a ginormous bear during one of his huntings high and low, and all this was macabre and absurd, because precisely that day Favilac wasn't chasing bears, but snails, because the king liked everything sticky, grumous and lactiferous, and the bear pulled his head out of the neck with its brutal jaws, and this is how the king got decapitated, and the bear ate the head, and the eyes of the king still blinked, and the cohort of Favilac did nothing, because they were afraid of the biped beast.
And the reign of Favilac lasted 2 years only, from 737 to 739 BC, and he died by bear, and no-one knew his age, never.
Favilac was deposited vertically and sans head in an urn, and Froilewa was deposited in another urn, alive, urn in which she spent the rest of her life, because the queen consort couldn't exist alone.
No-one knows who succeeded Favilac on the throne of almonds and oro.
Both funereal urns were descended into the patrañas of the Earth when the corpses started stinking with nauseating fetor
descended through natural tunnels (or funnels) excavated by the dwarves in their feverish search for the sulphur, centuries before that small race were exterminated and devoured by the human
descended the urns were, to the very stomach of the planet, realms of Pluto, country that's rich in metalloids and all the things vitreous.
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