Festividades paganas
- LECTURES 373
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- Chapitres 9
Terminé mer., sept. 11, 201926m
¿Quieres saber de dónde provienen todas esas festividades que llevamos celebrando durante siglos? ¿Esas que la iglesia dice que son suyas? ¿Te llama la atención la historia anterior a todo eso? Pues estás en el lugar idóneo.
En el lugar donde la magia, la naturaleza y los dioses paganos, cobran protagonismo. Donde tú, puedes ser parte de ello.
Aquí explicaremos las fiestas, de dónde vienen y cómo las celebraban. Con la curiosidad de que a día de hoy aún se siguen celebrando.
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