The moon, against a cloudless sky, crowns the crucified Jesus at midnight on Easter Tuesday. Christ, now with his last breath, looks towards heaven. And up and down the streets, the strident echo of the drums beats to the sound of death as if emanating from the cross itself. Seven small crucifixes transform the seven words of Christ into art and piety in the very heart of the town. The words of Jesus appear printed on the cloth in the early morning.
The penitential brotherhood of the Seven Words was founded in 1967 and today both men and women walk equally in its procession.