Stones of Son Peretó

Please share with your friends. “Stones of Son Peretó” Verse 1 In Manacor where the dry earth breaks, By the walls the old wind knows, Lie the stones of forgotten ages, Where the silent history grows. From the trade of distant harbours, To the rites the people knew, Not a dark age, but a living thread, Still bound to the wider blue. Pre-Chorus They said the empire fell to dust— But the ground remembers more. Chorus In the stones of Son Peretó, Life and death would intertwine, Through the Vandal and Byzantine shadows, Still they gathered, still they dined. By the fire and by the grave, Time was shaped by hand and bone, In the echoes of their rituals— They were never left alone. Verse 2 Ámbito A held flame and mourning, Earth and ash beneath the floor, Once a hearth for daily living, Then a place for something more. Two women rest in quiet silence, One untouched by time’s disguise, One disturbed by ancient hands Reaching where the memory lies. Pre-Chorus And a pit cut deep in rock below— Not for grain, but for the dead. Chorus In the stones of Son Peretó, Meals were shared with those who’d gone, In the smoke of sacred feasting, Memory was carried on. Clay and fire, bone and vessel, Ashes whisper what they know, Of a world that never vanished In the heart of Peretó. Verse 3 Ámbito B, a house of generations, Layered lives beneath the ground, Men and women, child and elder, All in sacred silence bound. Graves reopened, stories added, Time inscribed in careful hands, Built upon the older resting Of the first who marked these lands. Bridge Before the walls, the tombs were laid, Under open sky they stayed, Stone on stone, the markers raised— Then the living built their days. And still the sea routes carried on, Coins and vessels, Africa’s song, Through shifting crowns and empires gone— The thread of life was never wrong. Verse 4 Ámbito C, the final turning, Storage filled and purpose changed, After centuries of becoming, Every space was rearranged. From the graveyard to the dwelling, From the dwelling to the rite, They held fast through every passing Of the centuries of night. Final Chorus In the stones of Son Peretó, There’s no silence, only change, In the rhythms of survival, Nothing lost and nothing strange. From the fourth to eighth century, Through the shifting of the sea, Lives remembered, lives adapting— In enduring continuity. Outro So listen close beneath the soil, Where the past and present meet— In the dust of Son Peretó, History still breathes. Thanks for watching. Facebook facebook.com/SteveAndAnitaInMallorca Email: [email protected] Instagram https://www.instagram.com/steveandanitainmallorca/ #mallorca #majorca #baleares #spain #vlog #illesbalears Here is a link to our 360º Virtual Reality channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/360VRSteveandAnitainMallorca