From Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday, the brotherhoods make penance station in Cordoba . Between the clatter of horns and drums, that drowned the night illuminated by the dim lights of the candles and candles, the expectation is united to the modesty of the Cordovan Holy Week .

Aromas of burnt wax melted with incense, orange blossoms , … with the innocent come and go of chiquillería to catch molten wax from the same base of the flame, … the calls with the tinkling sonar of the foreman’s bell, the thump and the cry that breaks the silences: «Up with her!» , to the recollection or the respectful silence of other believers.

The arrow goes through the night, stops the Virgin or the Christ and the drums beat their roll until it becomes an accompaniment.