Periodos De Guerra Fria

Minerva

I am a Roman goddess of wisdom and sponsor of arts, trade, and defense. I am also the virgin goddess of music, poetry, medicine. I am often depicted with an owl usually named as the "owl of Minerva" which symbolizes that I ´m connected to wisdom. My father, Jupiter, is king of all the gods. I came directly out from his brain, without a mother.

Symbols: owl, olive tree and the snake.

My legend:

In ancient times, each town had a special god that looked after them .Neptune, Lord of the Sea, loved having towns build temples to worship him. He loved the gifts people brought him. Neptune was always on the lookout for towns that had not yet been claimed by a god. He wanted as many towns as possible to call his own. Although towns could only have one god to watch over them, gods could watch over as many towns as they chose. One day I and Neptune, both claimed a coastal village. Normally, the people in the village would have been thrilled to be selected by a god to watch over them .But two gods at once? A town could have only one guardian, and they did not want to choose. They did not want to anger either god. I understood their worry; so I suggested that both gods should give the town a gift. The townspeople could decide which better. Neptune loved the idea. The townspeople, if possible, were even more nervous than before. Neptune tapped the side of the mountain. Water flowed out in a beautiful stream. Fresh water was so important. The people were sure Neptune had won. When they tasted the water, they tried to smile, but they had to spit the water out. It was salt water! Then I waved my hand. An olive tree began to grow. The people tasted the olives. Smiles broke out. The olives were delicious. The olive tree would provide food, shelter, and oil for cooking. It was a magnificent gift indeed. But no coastal village would risk angering the lord of the sea, the mighty Neptune. Fortunately for the people, they did not have to choose. Neptune threw back his head and laughed his mighty roar. "Yours is a far better gift than mine, my lovely niece. The village is yours!" Even today, my special tree is the olive.

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