Válor is a municipality located in the province of Granada, Spain. According to the 2005 census (INE), the town (pueblo) has a population of 736 inhabitants.
It is famous for its yearly Moors and Christians performance held on 15 September as part of the festival to the patron saint, the Holy Christ of the Ivy (Santo Cristo de la Yedra) an impressive statue of Christ on His Cross brought out in procession through the pueblo on 14 September. The Moors and Christians performance, which is said to re-enact the Moriscos revolt is staged on the main square next to the Church building and includes dialogues between the main protagonists leading both armies (King, general and ambassador on horseback and the spy/jester on foot), and episodes of fighting between the foot soldiers who fire blanks with their shotguns and flintlock rifles. The existing script of the play was written in the 1860s by the woman poet from Granada Enriqueta Lozano.
The traditional way of life of the local society was very vividly described by Gerald Brenan. Brenan lived through the 1920s in the village of Yegen, close to Válor. Like in other pueblos of the region, local society was divided by social and political conflicts after 1931—opposing groups of rural socialist workers to the local political bosses (caciques) and their henchmen. During the Spanish Civil War, it was briefly controlled by the rebels then taken by a column of militiamen coming from the coast. It remained in the Republican zone until the end of the war. Like in most places through the region repression was severe after Francisco Franco's victory and most people associated with the Left were eliminated (some were executed) or forced to leave the region.
Si pudiera mirar
más allá del mar
podría ver que ser no es sólo crecer
es eso y más pero mucho más...
Si pudiera mirar
mas allá del fin
podría ver que tu no estas ahí
estas más allá mucho más allá...
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y después me arrancaré
mis vísceras toda mi piel
y las pondré en tu pared
y por siempre verás
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que ya me fui que ya volé
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lamiéndome mis costras una y otra vez
sentado con mis muelas en la nada observaré
lo que el abismo ha preparado para mí...
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mas allá del ser
y podré mirar que tú no estas ahí
nunca estarás, nunca estarás
nunca estarás, nunca estarás...
Voy a volar, voy a volar
y después me arrancaré
mis vísceras toda mi piel
y las pondré en tu pared
y por siempre verás
que estoy lejos de verdad
que ya me fui que ya volé
que ya volé...