Cerete is a comune (municipality) in the Province of Bergamo in the Italian region of Lombardy, located about 80 kilometres (50 mi) northeast of Milan and about 35 kilometres (22 mi) northeast of Bergamo. As of 31 December 2004, it had a population of 1,521 and an area of 13.9 square kilometres (5.4 sq mi).
The municipality of Cerete contains the frazioni (subdivisions, mainly villages and hamlets) Cerete Alto, Cerete Basso, and Novezio.
Cerete borders the following municipalities: Bossico, Gandino, Rovetta, Songavazzo, Sovere.
Cereté is a town and municipality located in the Córdoba Department, northern Colombia.
Cereté comes from the two word indigenous words meaning Chere (fish) and te (shelter).
Cereté is one of the oldest administrative divisions in the Sinú Region, founded in 1721 by Spanish Francisco Velásquez and Cristóbal Jiménez de León. In 1731 the curate of Cereté-Mocarí was given to jesuits who were in the process of evangelizing local indigenous peoples. The settlement of Cereté was not officially established until 1740 when Juan de Torrezal Díaz Pimienta reorganized the settlement into a village.
The municipality of Cereté borders to the north with the municipality of San Pelayo, the municipalities of Ciénaga de Oro and San Carlos to the east, the municipalities of San Carlos and Montería to the south and to the west again with the municipalities of San Pelayo and Montería covering a total area of 351.8 km². Cereté has a yearly average temperature of 28 °C and is some 12 m over sea level. The town of Cereté is located some 18 km from the Cordoba Department capital Montería.
The maiden sitting by her pool
Was first to hear my pleas
As she looked into the water
She recited these words to me:
Walk not down that road
I can not tell you where it goes
Ask me no more questions
Some things you weren't meant to know
The mother toiling in the fields
Her apron full of seeds
As she dropped them to the earth
She recited these words to me:
Walk not down that road
I can not tell you where it goes
Ask me no more questions
Some things you weren't meant to know
The greater mysteries
Cannot be shown
Divided by three
The are the maiden, the mother, the crone
Finally I found the crone
Walking through the trees
She looked in my eyes
As she recited these words to me:
Go before the maiden
Get down on your knees
Should you win her favor
She may tell you what she sees
The harvest is reaped
Seeds are shown
Multiplied by three