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With an ancestral tradition started at the time of the Catholic Kings, for more than 500 years the Holy Week has been kept in the religious and popular feeling of the people of Malaga. It is an spectacular event of religious, social and cultural character that attracts millions of visitors each year to Malaga city, but the peculiar traditions of the villages of the province hardly survive.

Every village in the province dresses their streets unfolding a popular genuine religious feeling to commemorate the passion, the death and the resurrection of Jesus Christ through an intensive week of liturgical activities.  But for Malaga inhabitants, the Holy Week is much more than that. It is abstract but tangible at the same time. It is to feel faith, the respect and the devotion from the inside, sometimes with deafening joy, and sometimes with the sepulchral silence. The Holy Week attracts kids, youngsters, adults and seniors of all social condition, that gather together to see the thrones, lightening candles with nerves and emotion. It is the faithful reflection of the grief felt as a whole, the loneliness, the anguish, the hope, the charity, the expiation and the good death. It is the Christian faith at its maximum expression. But one thing is true, everyone lives it in his own way, but all with those common feelings.

Opposed to the enormous thrones and the massive processions, in the small villages old allegoric images of the Passion of Christ siting on modest paces are seen, without ostentation or crowds. This is the other Holy Week in Malaga, the one that opens the way to humbleness and to unique traditions that tend to go extinct due to lack of resources. All share moments of brotherhoods and penitents that give light and color with their candles and dressings through the itinerary of the procession, following the compass of the procession marches that fill the atmosphere with the peculiar music of the Holy Week, and with the characteristic smell of incense and flowers.

Tears that one can not know if they are for joy or sadness, mantillas, hoods and tunics that give sense to the long wait to see the processions, that every year are condensed in seven days of intense religious feeling, seclusion, soul searching and the maximum respect to the Christian tradition.

 

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