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At Easter / Emilia Pardo Bazán

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At the head of the dying were Precious and Conrad, assisting him in his last moments, trembling as the criminal who climbs the stairs of the gallows. And criminals were criminals, but triumphant and crowned Destination-blind by Conrad and Preciosa. Which, after long suffering, succumbed in the fourth, steeped in smells medicinal drugs, saddened by the yellow light of the lamp, which was extinguished at par with the life of the dying was the husband of Preciosa, the protector and benefactor of Conrad, and for which, by common consent, deceived him and offended his gray hair, never had that old very honest, generous and trusting as a child, but words of kindness and acts of kindness and love. Conrad always open his bag and his house is always open arms and hearts to Preciosa, whose youth did not want to ever sad and melancholy old severities of ill, unhappy was entitled to the gratitude and respect more tender and serious ... and others can not inspire passionate feelings senescence.


And now he died, was dying slowly ... after warning Precious was instituted his sole heir, and if he felt distaste for Conrad, whom he watched as a child, he wanted them both promise to marry at the end of mourning.

When expressed their willingness, his voice faint and weak, and supporting their hands and cold, in the hands of Conrad and Precious fever, both shook, and his eyes, as criminals try to hide and do not know where, roamed the ground, laden with the weight of shame. Beautiful, however, women and extreme in passion, was the first he regained courage and reacting violently, tried to catch the eye of Conrad and pay with a weak smile. But Conrad, as if sensing snake bites, retired to the back of the room and, dropping into the crystal he hid in the palms face. A barely perceptible dying syllabication called again to the bedside.

-Conrado, look: I who begs at this solemn moment ... Precious stranded Do not leave ... That is your wife and love her and treat her ..., as I wanted ... Even for the day that we ... give me word.

And Conrad, stammering, could only sputter:

-La give, I give ...

wore a happy spark in the lifeless eyes of the dying, but as if the effort had exhausted the little force he had, fell into a doze, nuncio of the end. Such was the opinion of the physician, who advised you bring the Extreme without delay, but to get the priest with holy oil had no vital heat in the body; Precious knees crying, and Conrad, disquietude, pacing desperately up and down the cabinet that preceded the burial room ... The priest, who came out and touched him gently on the shoulder.

-No you grieve affectionate tone, "he said, mistaking him for a painful acute remorse access. The virtues of this man will have earned a place in heaven. And then God's mercy, especially on the day we are! ...

was the second time that this phrase ringing in the ears of Conrad, but now sounded, rather than in the ears, the soul. It's dying! "The day that we ..." What day was it? Conrad needed to remember, reflect ... Remembered suddenly, a lightning struck his imagination strongly. The day was Friday.

few moments after he had retired discreetly the priest, who promised to return to watch the body, went up on tiptoe Precious Conrad and was terrified of his attitude, motion made to see it so soon. What misfortune! Conrad did not love her, filled him with horror Conrad since death had penetrated there ... Sensed the mood of his accomplice, and wary of the future, sought to dispel this cloud of sadness, that disturbance of consciousness impure. "If the corpse candle tonight, will be more concerned, be recorded on your spirit is doubly terrible impression ..." An idea came to mind Beautiful, fertile in expedients, courageous, and female passionate, and determined to achieve his wish.

entered the mortuary room, and inlaid furniture, facing the bed sought, among other bottles, which contained powerful narcotic. A drop soothed and drowsy, numbed two, three or four produced and the long sleep, invincible, very durable, semilethal ... Soon, Precious Conrad approached and poured again into their own hands a cup of lime juice.

-Baby, you're nervous. Conrado
drank
machine; drank the tea soothing ... When he began to notice some undeniable heaviness, Precious led him to his own room, I leaned on the broad couch, covered padded satin and lace, with a rich handkerchief flung Manila, lightweight duvet wrapped her feet, put pillows under her neck fine. "Sleep, sleep, he thought, and not wake up until you are away from home" the other "."

Conrad, meanwhile, opened his eyes, shook the dream of lead which had prostrate and rubbed his eyelids, noting that the site that was not the elegant bedroom of his tantalizing Beautiful, but a hill road, paved with rough slabs and wide, on which the sun beat down burning and shining, and spring in a hot country. He looked around. At his feet lay a city that seemed to know much. Where had he seen those pointy towers, those large bastions, fortified him, those conical houses, that monumental temple, those narrow doors, shady, under which crossed camels and oxen led by men of swarthy complexion?

The dress of these men also fancied to Conrad, though strange, "view" once, not reality, but in sculptures and paintings as it was the Jewish clothing of the poor people in time of Augustus, "the" Chitune "or close-fitting tunic, the tallith or mantle," sudaz "surrounding the temples, the girdle that adjusts the clothing and bare feet or tucked into worn leather sandals. Conrad thought he heard a voice persuasive, perhaps out of the depths of his being whispered mysteriously

- "That city is Jerusalem."

Jerusalem! Conrado hardly admired, Jerusalem was not for him an exotic location. In Jerusalem he had thought many times! Child, by birth who was preparing his mother, he had become acquainted with Jerusalem. Home in Jerusalem was his spirit, his faith had their own home. The only thing he felt was immense joy ... imagine returning from a long exile.

A group of people crowding the door set Conrado care. Instinctively followed the group. In a way both sides defending cacti hedges and palms and vines fringed, rose of Jericho and fig leaf and covered, led the group to rough hill, highlighting its hard lines on the horizon violet. Swarmed a crowd on the hill, swarming the foot, and remained motionless on their sturdy steeds legionaries, whose coats of mail and shields glittered. Dominating the crowd, capping the scene, bristling the hill stood three black crosses on which rose porphyry statues seemed, from afar, the bodies of the three executed ... Conrado then

neither surprised, nor was believed toy delirium. On the contrary: that was entered was attending, not a drama, the representation of truth itself. That scene, that triple crucifixion and, above all, one of the crosses, he had entered since the early days of childhood. If he wins, was when, holding itself could not see or contemplate, when he vanished, as fades the face of a loved one wanting to rebuild closing his eyes ... What a joy to have back-clear vision, concrete, firm, indubitable, "the Cross", not a cross of gold, silver or bronze, but the Cross alive, the tree to the point it warms the body heat of the divine, and the redeeming blood soaked! Conrad, without breath, as quick as I was, was this group, tart up the hill, trampling the dry dust and prickly thorns of the incident Golgotha, dotted with white human bones scorched the sun ... His desire was to stand near the Cross, to see the face of the Lord in the supreme hour.

the company was difficult. Increasingly compact seething crowd. As in dreams, every obstacle that Conrad managed to overcome, there was a rise over insurmountable. Nobody wanted to make way. Pastors of the mountain, and traders of the city tenderillos, ragged women with children starving in the arms, haughty Pharisees, Essenes pale and pitied, daughters of Jerusalem, modest bourgeois, who lowered their eyes filled with tears when he saw the tortures of the Master, and finally, the horse soldiers, upright spear, were crossed to prevent anyone but the circle of string and stakes that surrounded the gallows. Conrad pleaded, clenched his fists, he wanted to infiltrate, to reach the central Cruz, higher than the others, which hung Jesus wanted to see him alive, before time, bending his head, exclaim: "Everything is over." Distress Conrad Deep empowered. Did you get when the Savior was dead? And bathed in sweat, wistful, eager, running, running towards the hill, which is always contained more distant.

His eyes then spotted a woman clinging to the tree itself of the Cross, and without noticing that the woman was almost fainting from grief, noting only that a woman "also knew he shouted with an effort

- Mary, Mary of Nazareth!, alárgame hand, I want to get to your Son.

And Mary of Nazareth, trembling, his eyes swollen, tragic attitude, came forward, held out his hand, covered by a fold of the mantle, and Conrad immediately found himself at the foot of the tree, so close that the sound of labored breathing of the dying man he imagined a hurricane. However, he thought with joy: "Vive! Vive! Can you hear me yet! "

and forehead lifting, bending his knees, putting his mouth on the bloody club, near the holy feet, Conrad sighed

- Jesus, Jesus, do not leave me!

And, oh, wonder!, A sweet voice in tears, replied, from top:

"You're the one who left me for years, Conrad. Do not you remember? Deep

shaking experienced Conrad. A sharp knife of grief, contrition, stuck in his chest looked anxiously upward Jesus had bowed his head, the sun was veiled behind very black cloud, the earth shook, convulsed, to plants Conrad opened a crack horrible, almost an abyss .. ., and the sinner, stunned, dropped to the face from dust and rocks stark ...

Upon awakening from its long sleep Conrado artificial, Precious was there, dressed in black, but beautiful, fresh, relaxed, watching the moment to strengthen his arms around the sleeper. This

stood, still dazed, without knowing an exact account of what happened ...

Beautiful, smiling, wished to flatter, to be for his life reborn on the edge of a grave. Conrad, without harshness, rejected, and measured pace, firm without tipping already clear his head, went into the room, opened the door, slammed it and ran into the street ... A gentle breeze caressed her temples.

was the morning of Easter Sunday.

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On the banks of Life


[Preliminary note: digital edition from Madrid, Ricardo typographical Establishment Fe, 1884, collated with the edition Xesús critical Alonso Montero (Madrid, Cátedra, 1985) and Marina Mayoral (Madrid, Castalia, 1976).]


[I]

Banks of the Sar

I

Down Through evergreen leaves
to hear strange noises,
and a sea of \u200b\u200bundulating greens,
mansion loving birds,
from my window I see 5
the temple that I loved.

The temple that I wanted ...
because I can not say now if you want, in the rough
swing that
relentlessly stirred my thoughts, I doubt if 10
sullen resentment
live together with love in my heart.




II

Again, after the struggle and uncertainty yields bitter

the wandering traveler who does not know where to sleep 15
morning

their dollars early is a short break my soul. Something


rest of this soft and flattering dark, 20
which it has, in the silent night,
of a loved one memory, that black
such
betrayals and immense, speaks at a time.

no longer cry ... and yet 25
overwhelmed and grieved my spirit, just
its narrow prison and gloomy darkness

dare leave to bathe in the light waves
fill space. 30

What if I were on foreign soil,
shy and sullen, I watch from afar
heights
forests and trails and flowers in every corner
where I waited 35
hope smiling.


III

I hear the sound then
touch my bed calling me with its echoes
came the dawn announced,
while, what sweet caress, 40
a ray of golden sun shone
my stay calm.

Pure air, light pink,
which arouse so happy!
I saw clouds of incense, 45
visions with golden wings
blue band bearing the
of faith in their eyes ...

That sun is the same, but they do not attend
my spell, 50
and through space and clouds, and water
in limbo confusing
and transparency in the blue air,
alas, and in vain the name and look. White

deserted road among the lush 55

hedgerows and forests and streams that embroider
its banks, with a pleasant mystery seems to draw me and giving me

to continue his line without end. 60

go down, then, that the way we leave the house
step
though sad, rugged and desert, which we
and changed
still full of white
65 ghosts who once adored.


IV

After useless fatigue, my strength exhausted, I fall into the path
friend, where a fountain flows
always serene and pure,
and uncertain gaze, I look for the plain 70
not know what empty shadow what hope or dead, I do not know what flower
late
virginal freshness that grows in the sandy and deserted road.

From behind the thick dark Trabanca Grove, gallantly
starts at the foot of the sidewalk 75
the Tower and its surroundings covered with foliage,
paying the rest in its branches look
when the broad plain of sun-bathed living
the blind eyes,
through space , joyful and dazzled. 80

Echoing lost a friend who dreams
affectionate accent, the familiar chirp
lazy
truck runs on the wind and reaches my ear, which in those days
beautiful and brilliant 85
that my cravings complaints were lovers, were
holy golden dreams and joys. Ruge
Dam
away ... and, of birds nest near
Fondóns rests;
hoopoe Candida baby in the gentle waters 90
where once I thought of hope
beautiful healthy drink nectar, and now eager
drink the waters of forgetfulness that brother's death ;
where the swifts flying at altitude, the shadow is reflected
, 95 lymph
and whose pure white water lily
shines through from the edge of the leafy vegetables.


V

How beautiful is your plain, oh Padrón, Iria Flavia oh!
More heat, young life and the sap
that I draw from your breast, 100
as the thirsty child the sweet juice
extracted white chest and full, dark
of my life in the bitter stream
passed, which swept the inconstancy blind
a vision in ermine, a beloved illusion, 105
a sigh of love.

Of your soft rumors the chord line, and for the soul
stiff and hard it became a brawl
to pain impulses;
secáronse your virginal flower fragrance, 110
your sky lost its blue, field freshness,
dawn his candor. Snow
the years, the ice
constant sadness, to deny any illusion beloved soul,
all sweet consolation. Only 115
disappointments fraught with fear, and doubt
cold, stoking
feels chest pains me,
and deepening my wound,
banish me from the sky, where fountains spring 120
eternal life. VI




O earth, then and now, always fruitful and beautiful! Seeing how sad
our fatal shining star of Sar
be the bank,
at the end, I feel 125
devouring thirst and never choke off that feeling,
and hunger for justice, that burns and annihilates when our cries
The wind snatches
angry storm. Already in vain

the warm ray of 130
aurora rising behind the lofty Miranda, valleys and peaks
dora live with her light;
in vain May sun reaches full aromas,
with your child in front of roses crowned with light
and serene: 135
in my heart go together hatred and love,
mixture of glory and grief, my temple
by the martyr's crown and forever burdened
cold and hit my breast. VII




Because of hope, for my life, sad and colorless
140 has reached the twilight,
my dark purple, dismantled and cold
tornado swept by step,
because his happiness does not increase my bitterness
the white light of day. 145
Contenta
the black bird nest looks ominous, it rests
the beast in the cave hidden in his grave
the dead, the sad oblivion
and soul into its desert.




[II]


ArribaAbajo The one soaring,
the other children, with their eternal
greenness and freshness that inspires

rugged souls songs, 5
while she moans when hitting the water
salty sea breeze aromas,
go in waves up into the sky
mountain pines.

height of the mist descends 10
and wrap tops
scented and lofty sound of those giant

the Castro crown;
shines in both his feet the stream 15
smiling
enlightening the light of dawn, crows
and shake their wings, squawking
and throwing
fleeing shadow. 20

The traveler, worn and tired,
that line the road is rough
that still remains to walk, longing,
stopping at the foot of the hill, suddenly
25
be turned into a bird or source in
tree or rock.




[III]


ArribaAbajo day was peaceful
and warm environment,
and raining, raining
quiet and meek, silent 5
and while I wept and wailed
,
my child, tender pink sleeping
died.

Fleeing from this world, what solace in his forehead!
When I see him walk away, what storm in mine! 10

Earth on
unburied corpse before it starts to rot ... Land!
hole already been covered, Calm,
soon removed the lumps grow
and vibrant green grass. 15

What you walk around looking for the graves grim
looking, cloudy thinking? Do not ocupéis
than dust again! Never
which rests in the tomb
must turn to love you or to offend. 20

Never! Is it true that everything
forever over now?
No, you can not finish what is eternal, nor can
endless immensity.

You left forever, but my soul waits 25
still desire love, and come and go
me well in my life,
where we have to find.

Something has been yours in my heart that will never die
, 30
and God, it is fair and he is good,
to disengage and never return.

In heaven, on earth, in the unfathomable
I shall find you and you'll find me.
No, you can not finish what is eternal, 35
can not be endless immensity.

More ... is true, has departed, never to turn
.
Nothing is eternal for man, one-day guest
in this earthly world 40
where born, lives and dies in the end,
which everything is born, lives and dies here.




[IV]


ArribaAbajo A firefly in the moss
and a star shines in the highest light flashes
abyss above and deep abyss
what is ultimately what you have and what remains?
thought in vain 5
investigates and looks into the unfathomable, science oh!
always, to reach the end,
ignore what is ultimately what ends and what remains. Kneeling before the rough
image
my mind, absorbed in the infinite, 10
unholy perhaps questioning
heaven and hell at once, I tremble and hesitate.
What are we? What is death? The bell with its echoes
answer my cries
from above, and effortlessly tears burning 15
bathe my face emaciated. What horrible
suffering! You
only you can see and understand, my God!
Is it true that you see? Lord, then, merciful and compassionate
20
my eyes again
blue band of benefactors who have lost faith,
and do not allow, no, crossing wandering orphan without
came over here
below the wilds of the life, 25
beyond the plains of emptiness.

Keep playing for the dead, and always mute

impassive face of the divine Redeemer, let
wrapped in shadows is the humble spirit. 30
Silence forever
only body with mystical accents
resonates beyond the deserted ship
under the gloomy arch. It ended

perhaps less my pain, 35
double-edged knife;
all, but certainly we
launches an abyss of horror into another abyss. Desert

the world, depopulated heaven,
sick soul and dust collapsed 40
the
sacred altar where is my fervent sighs heaved, broken into pieces

my God fell into the abyss, and to seek eagerly
only find 45
vacuum immense loneliness. Suddenly


angels from its high
marble niches, I looked sadly
and a sweet voice echoed in my ears: 50
"Poor soul, crying out and
at the foot of the Highest
but do not forget that the sky has never
the insolent cry of a heart
the vile matter 55
and formed Adam from the dust of their idols. "




[V]


ArribaAbajo Guess the sweet and fragrant spring heat
;
germs on earth
stirred uneasily in his loving desire,
and cross through the air, silent, 5
atoms that kiss to happen. Boil

young blood, they give
heart full of encouragement, and bold
the crazy dreams and create
thought that man is, the gods, immortal. 10
No matter what dreams are a lie, because after
true
is fortunate that dream dies,
wretch who lives without dreaming.

But how quickly in this sad world 15
all things go!
that dominates the vertigo believe it! Yesterday was
The cocoon is pink now, and soon
agostará
roses and plants the summer heat. 20




[VI]


ArribaAbajo Candente is the atmosphere;
Fox explores the deserted road;

becomes unhealthy stream of clean crystal clear water, and pine
still awaits kissing 5
fickle breeze. Awesome


silence overwhelms the countryside;
only hear buzzing insect
in the large, moist shady, 10
constant monotonous and dull
as the death rattle.

may well be called, in the summer, the noon hour
,
night man, tired of fighting, 15
irritate you more than ever
matter
awesome power and endless craving soul.

Return, oh, cold winter nights,
our other lovers of old days! 20
Tornado crudities your ice and cool the blood

inflamed by the summer unbearable and sad ...
Sad ... full of branches and spikes!

cold or heat, autumn or spring, 25
where ... where is the joy? Beautiful
stations are all mortal
for itself that saves, but for the soul
desolate orphan
there smiling and propitious season. 30




[VII]


ArribaAbajo A gentle river, a narrow path,
a bare field and a pine forest and the old bridge
rustic and simple
completing that pleasant solitude.

What is loneliness? To fill the world 5
sometimes just a single thought.
So today, tired of beauty, are
the bridge, the river and the pine deserts.

cloud or flower is not that enamored;
you, heart, sad or happy, 10
and pain and pleasure of the referee, dry
who inhabit the sea and makes the pole.




[VIII]


"Stop one point, thought restless
victory waiting for you,
love and glory you smile.
"None of this pleases you or chains?
"Leave me alone and forgotten, free, 5
I wander wandering in darkness illusion
my dear sweet
only there shamelessly kisses me.




[IX]


Moriah ArribaAbajo the sun, and withered leaves
of oaks, in the breeze, in quiet and scrambled

orders fell in the mud:
them, how beautiful as pure five
in April came to life.

It was whimsical and beautiful autumn.
is how beautiful and whimsical the joy!
For in the grave of the dead leaves were only
hopes and smiles. 10

Extinguióse light:
night came as the death and pain, gloomy
thunder broke, the river desbordóse
dragging in the water to the victims died
and blissful and happy ... 15
how beautiful and whimsical is the joy!




[X]


The rhythmic sound
wave and the wind roars, the uncertain

reflection that illuminates the jungle or the cloud
the chirping of a bird of passage, 5
the wild ignored perfume

the breeze steals the valley or the top,
worlds where they find shelter there souls
10
weight of the world succumb.




[XI]


Margarita



I

Silence, the hounds of the pack
damn!
not awaken the relentless fierce
sleeping quietly in his den.
Can not you see their jaws hanging 5
glory and honor, rest and happiness?

greyhounds howling continued ...
- murderous evil thoughts! -
and aroused the fearsome beast ...
- the passion that the poppy soul! - 10
And goodbye! at a time, goodbye
glory and honor, rest and happiness!



Sleep
II's elderly father, while she
by lamplight at night
contemplates noble and manly face 15
overwhelms a heavy sleep. Under


that sad face that grief blight should
grim visions come and go, black
daughters of the doubt. 20

... She trembles, wavers and quivers ...
do fear anything, or pain and anguish?
With an expression of infinite pity,
not know what prayers he mutters. Prayer
perhaps santa, perhaps impious, 25
lip trembling in spite of a decision, while within the soul
awareness
struggle against the passions.

rude and terrible battle fought
to the victim, who moved 30
restless sleep the sleep of the sad
who has become the face of fortune!

And he remains at rest, and she
leaving the room, through the mists of the night
is lost, and turns to dawn, 35
worn the veil ... in his look of anguish.

Meat, temptation, demon,
oh, which one of you is to blame?
Silence ...! Sleepy day
overlooking the distant heights, 40
and old awake, she smiling,
both hide their grief, and pretend
indifferent
delivered to sites of dark life.


III

The guilty silent, but talked about the crime ...
died aged 45, and it's senseless,
continued burning incense in his folly, the stupidity
to Black interests,
to roll into the deep abyss,
true to his bad, his pain slave. 50
Ah! When loved, how well could
to betray her virtue unspotted,
wasting the wealth of their spirit,
sell your body, condemn his soul?
is that amid the tainted glass 55
where his fiery thirst quenching,
an undying love of light atoms,
without staining, floating in the atmosphere.




[XII]


ArribaAbajo Thirsty sands on the beach
kisses feel the sun burned, and not far
, waves, always fresh, slowly roll
muttering. Poor
sands, my luck image: 5
do not know what happens to me looking at you, because as I suffer
, dry and silent
the endless torment of Tantalus.

But who know ...? Perhaps one day look
in that mysterious overcoming limits, 10
advance the sea until you reach
to quench your thirst unquenchable.
And who knows also if after so many centuries
impossible longings and desires,
finally quench their thirst burning soul 15
where seraphim love drink!




[XIII]



The sad


I

ArribaAbajo From
clumsy ignorance that confuses the petty and immense
the harsh injustice of the highest,
the deadliest rage small, it is not possible
they flee! when you and I know 5
looking as hungry fox
seeks the helpless dove in the fields;
and
will seek to hide their cowardly wrath, and in the bush,
in the city or in close retirement, 10
there goes! -Cry-there goes!, And there I insult and point with intimate

happy that ruthless and vengeful hand points to the sad
fugitive criminal.




II fell at last into the frothy, murky stout 15
current, and descended into the abyss
to not to continue on the
calm and smooth surface. In the depths of
noble heart and hurt,
sounded painful and cold hit 20
drowning the hope that it bring down the mood
haughty, and folding wings
grim and silent,
in dense fog enveloped his spirit.


III

You who achieve your dreams, 25
understand what their forward fouled?
You who gozasteis and suffer
You understand what their eternal tears?
And you, well, whose memories
are like the dawn fog dissipates, 30
do you know of that leads from his eternal regret
the soul!


IV

When the plant with the fresh zeal
carefully tip of a bud appears,
slowly creeping in the grass, 35
assails him and eats the snail.

When an atheist soul, in the deep darkness
fearful
shines a ray of faith, doubt is
and he tends his giant shadow. 40


V

At each fresh outbreak, every rose erect,
hundred drops of dew glittering in the rising sun;
but he sees that they are tears they shed the sad
to fertilize the land with his precious blood. Filled

is pleasing environment aromas, 45
waters and winds rhythmic murmur;
but he feels that with a dull roar muffled din
of silent screams and threats.

No doubt! Hundred new stars, the radiant light
to reach the deepest depths, 50
most beautiful ever
rays around him break the thick haze.

From Hope, "where the flower grows longed?
For him, wherever the sprout withers,
and selfishness under the frosts of sterile, 55
or because of disillusionment with the reduced shade.

in vain the vast sea and fertile plains, the
birds, flowers and fruit planting!
For the disinherited, just beneath the dark sky
that stillness that infuses the sadness. 60



VI flees
Whenever the living,
it speaks more to the dead,
is that when we render the fatigue
conducive to peace and sleep,
the body tends to rest, 65
the soul tends to the eternal. VII




Just as the wolf down a house,
case in the mountains is persecuted, the man fled
harasses sad
searched through the sad beasts a nursing home. 70

The sun warmed his dark cave,
pious veiled the moon dream,
wild tree gave fruit, the source
its pleasant cool waters.

Soon the sun's rays grew dim, 75
the moon in the mist veiled his countenance, withered
source, and the tree nególe,
to pair his shadow, wild fruit. Leaving the mountains

searched the plain
the fruit of another tree, the light of another sky, 80
and a deep river, called ignored
his lip and he entreated her pure waters thirsty. Already

vain, followed him relentlessly night
thirst and hunger that haunts kills;
and in vain, that no tree, no heaven, no river, 85
gave its fruit, light, and its waters.

And while oblivion, doubt and death
enlarge the shadows that surround him around,
in the distance beyond the light of life, hurting their eyes happy
flashes. 90

Happy mortal whom fortune favors
was always ... Silence!, Silence!,
if you see so many beings that are looking for the black
deep currents of Lethe.




[XIV]


Oaks



I

ArribaAbajo Back in time they were, and soul are filled with holy
memories
my beautiful land in the fields,
wealth of the poor was the fire,
that shine in the hut at the bottom, 5
warmed by the rigid members
cold and shivering
child hunger and old.

of sitting around the campfire,
in their mother's arms cradled the infant 10
robust;
was turning, the old
zealous in his gnarled fingers, to the spindle,
and cheerful glow of the flame, and
Young hung flour, 15
or already shelled
with his calloused hand and small,
golden ears of corn.

And
love of home heating in winter, poor peasant family 20
, forgot the harsh conditions of his fate
enemy;
and the elderly and children, happy
litter in their sleep, and sleeps
chick in the nest 25 when the wing
mother shelters him.


II

Under the relentless hatchet, how quickly fell on the ground

oaks!;
and cheerful rays of dawn, 30
what appears
bald top of the mountain!

Those who yesterday were forests and jungles
the rugged wilderness, where wrapped in sweet
35
mystery at daybreak
floating haze, lay the source
and serene
hidden among flowers and mosses, are now barren hills
bearing 40
deformed and black
its deep fissures.

no longer on them the birds sing their songs of love
or meet
when dawns on May 45
foliage remains of their bare oaks. Only
passing wind brings the eco
squawking crow,
wolf howling.


III

A dark stain and 50
overboard extensive tracts of mountain skirt, hardened legion

like to encamp on the steep mountain

of silent screams throwing threat. 55

are pine trees to the ground, naked
of his old clothes, they pay
with his wild trim that resists weather
to injury and crown of eternal
vegetables 60
the rough brambles Tree

hard and proud who likes to hear the rumor
Ocean
and moan with the sea breeze
the beach in the white desert, 65
I love you!, and my view
rests with pleasure in the warm reflections
your gallant cup
illuminate when bold highlights in the sky, bouncing
Gaslight, 70
vesper star greeting.

But you, the Celtic sacred oak, and you
, aphthous oak branches,
you are more beautiful with your foliage
that if the summit May 75
scallops sprinkled with fresh dew
where the rays of dawn breaks, and converts

deep thickets in mansion of glory.

Later in autumn, 80
when your leaves fall withered, oak
oh!, And with them generous
moss carpets,
how beautiful is the countryside;
the jungle, how beautiful! 85

In memory of those rumors that the death
day
rise from the depths
forest when the wind goes wailing and removed with wet
90
blow your leaves withered
while running
swelled the stream in its bed of fresh shores estremécese

thinking soul where the glories beloved sleep 95
of these people suffered,
silent waiting on his bed of thorns

hours to ring and get the day of expiry
with a sure hand, 100
of evil that oppresses him,
murderous force.


IV

Torna, oak, native tree, to shade loving
the bare mountain where once
105
bagpipes encouraged warrior of our souls
and compass was the dull echo of the song
maternal
wind and water,
in winter nights the infant in its cradle 110
wicker cooed. How beautiful
appear, oh oak!
of this soil on the tops
gallant and graceful in the gentle slopes where shady
extend your branches, 115
as
virgin pale face and golden hair rippling, rain
in
curls caressing the forehead of nacre. Torna

ready to populate our forests, 120
and that will make you that one
fairies time your shadow spun hero
Galician
fresh garlands!




[XV]


Alma that you run from yourself, what do you look
, senseless, on the other? If you
dried in the source of comfort, dry
all have to find sources.
What's in the sky stars still, 5
on earth and fragrant flowers!
Yes ... But no longer
those you loved and loved you, miserable.




[XVI]


When I think of wide wood

the golden sea of \u200b\u200bdead leaves that
autumn wind stirs soft breath, as deep anguish
clouds my soul, 5
troubles my chest, I wonder
:
"Why so stubborn, so faithful
memory has given me the sky?"




[XVII]


ArribaAbajo the old road along,
and a pine forest, and a font is,
that sprouting in the mossy rock
noisily down the valley,
and shining rays of the sun 5
among a sea of \u200b\u200bgreen is lost,

divided into clean streams that give life to wild flowers and Sar
merge, the river Which child
that placid sleep, 10
reflecting the blue of heaven,
slow runs in the foliage for cover.

not far away in deep grove of oaks, where silence
its wings spread,
and gives shelter to the genius propitious, 15
our nursing homes and countryside,
always there when I recall my shadows, or
name, respóndenme and forth.




[XVIII]


already sleeping in his grave
passions dream of nothing
is it, then suffering madness of spirit,
or worm that I carry in my womb? I only know
it is a pleasure that hurts, 5
which is a pain that haunt flattered,
flame of life feeds,
but without which life is extinguished.




[XIX]


thought it was your everlasting kingdom in the soul, and believed
your essence, immortal essence,
more, if you're just passing cloud,
illusions that come and go, rumors
wheel and wave 5
dies and is born again and again to roll,
all is sleep and lie on the ground,
not exist, really!




[XX]


ArribaAbajo feel that you already extinct in their midst,
vital flame,
you gave birth to your spirit, your body strength, youth
his soul.

your heat no longer tune your blood, 5
by winter frost, nor do
heartbeat, and lacking
of encouragement and hope.

mute, blind, insensitive,
without joys and torments, 10
which celestial body will be off and alone, lost
is on the expanse of heaven.




[XXI]


ArribaAbajo not go up so high, crazy thought,
than higher up deep down, nor can the soul
enjoy heaven while living wrapped
in the flesh.

why such large land 5
term always have major disasters.




[XXII]


ArribaAbajo never forget ...!
filled with wonder to hear the soul itself refugióse
and hesitated ... but at last, when the bitter reality
naked and sad,
before it broke through, wrapped in mourning, 5
silently witnessed catastrophe, which looked Jerusalem

walls forever buried in the dust. Desecration

nameless!
wherever the human soul intelligent, yields 10
big cult to worship the past, these forests
wild, these beautiful forests
secular, whose thick branches
shelter and shade loving
gave our parents were always 15
of favorite love places
that all respected saints.

No! In the old

shady oak, making the most barren
pleasant region, and forever keep
recorded 20
the indelible mark that they have left, never!, Ever!
with his steely-edged ax bold
could penetrate, or with certain severe blow
and down on the ground, which in field
enemy, the strong tree 25
long history and gnarled branches
soil is proud that vigorous sap
breeding and
monument that stands just one day no man
for work that God is in charge while 30
and immortal mother nature
incomparable artist.

And yet ...

there anything left standing! The arrogant
our Lebanese cedars, high
gigantic chestnut, secular, 35
gift from the eyes, the robust
and ancient oaks, whose trunks filled
of wrinkles, frown
monsters were like looking gaunt and grim
suggest that unknown worlds, 40
hoary oaks, under whose branches wandered silently

many stubborn, unrepentant dreamers ...
all land and ravaged everything! Already
no shelter, no shade, and freshness, 45 birds

fleeing and frightened to see his home broken, the wind moaning
tasteless, as she moans in the desert hills
where barren cliffs
only their path is, 50
white daffodils and daisies
that shone among the moss packed
stars which shine in height;
scented lilies, violets,
the Miosotis, 55 sky blue
-and that, along the shore undosa,

recordábanle the sad love of water that sat on the edge
that sweet phrase, always useless, but repeated
forever! "Forget me not" -, 60
all wilted and buried all
mercilessly
under the terrible weight of inert and logs. Gentle stream of Sar
among its placid waves silently dragging
65
offal of the sacred enclosure, and ax blows hard
resonating cavities, which often resonate
the
hammer to drive home a coffin nail. ..

Already in the wild and hidden place that
70 We both loved, and in the beautiful
place where souls
eagerly sought refuge, and in cheerful
flocks in the early spring,
together with the birds, people, 75
air, flowers and Light anxious,
going to breathe life and perfumes, her attire
stripped
richest monastery now stands as a sad old
skeleton. 80
so pleasing that eerie silence that enveloped
the cracked walls, perhaps happier regions

light fled in search of asylum.
bells echo 85 echo vibrant musical
deaf in a vacuum
they mercilessly made
around foreign hands, and the monotonous sound source
in the cloister alone seems sob
the jasmines, 90
which, like white snow, cornices adorned
mossy, and it seems sad
call by the beautiful village
who washed his paintings in the water
always bright stone basin 95
the touch of your hands and now has spent
seek another source of freshness.

saw and silent ... with silence
caused astonishment and grieves the soul!

If there where between roses and carnations 100
drag their revolts Turia waves
our talasen hands
gardens they planted their own, and love them,
his lip, the face of contempt
filled one after another injury we launched 105
- Barbarians! "I cried. And if we say



scented roses and carnations that will not be worth
ever, despite its beauty,
what a wheat field, and there where the flowers
compete with the beautiful, 110
dragging the plow, the yellow
eagerly harvest reaps. Petty



-even more than clumsy son-prorrumpirían
the fierce sons of the garden of Spain with harsh anger
raising the cry. 115

But we, if our forests felled
that have ever ... - There are so few! -
and others will
exercises his empire in what is ours,
things in life may seem vain and futile 120
to offend anyone or to any matter
if it is to that does,
dreamers who only understand to mourn
relentlessly for the living and the dead ... and perhaps even by the beautiful forests
without grief 125
indifferent destroys the woodcutter.

"What the ...? "Indignantly exclaims one to hear my cries
. Perchance the vast
clock tower has sunk
y no hay ya quien señale nuestras horas 130
soñolientas y tardas, como el eco
bronco de su campana formidable;
o en mis haciendas penetrando acaso
osado criminal, ha puesto fuego
a las extensas eras? ¿Por qué gime 135
así importuna esa mujer?

Yo inclino

la frente al suelo y contristada exclamo
con el Mártir del Gólgota: Perdónales,
Señor, porque no saben lo que dicen;
mas ¡oh, Señor! a consentir no vuelvas 140
que de la helada indiferencia el soplo
apague la protesta en nuestros labios,
que es el silencio hermano de la muerte
y yo no quiero my country die, but as Lazarus
, good God!, 145
resurrect the life he has lost;
and loud that the glory comes,
tell the world that there Galicia,
so full of value which thou hast done,
so great and so happy as it is beautiful. 150

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Life in carnivorous forms

I love how I sobas the buttock.

The taste squeeze a transparent, natural, subtle but porno.
With your fingers warm and eager to round into the shape of a cherry.

In your face you can see the expression of taste juicy, hot, lit with just bury your nails into my skin voluptuous parties. Could

let you missed the whole day there, kneading, squeezing, squeezing into particles of flesh and desire, cheese pulling me through the pores, giving me spankings with his tongue, full of curiosity, making me the way you want.

I would love to break an arm.
At every moment, minute, second no talk, well, just after desbaratarte to spit the ecstasy of our mouths. And to throw the laughter, kisses, bites, rinse it with the folly of life of the soul, being in a dream and spasms. But always going to fuck you and fuck you with love and tenderness of a femme Nikita mounted on the spirits of the forest a wild horse.

I've become carnivorous.
I want to rip my leg muscles, hang yourself in delusions, masturbation, mutual endured while sperm that form the shapes of our meat

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Business strategy and social networks

social networking as a business strategy primarily allow to improve relations with their audiences. A recent study by the communications firm Burson Marsteller in Bogota says that only 48% of companies active in the networks. Social networks are virtually essential for working life also because they allow a company-customer communication convenient and fast. Therefore, this study affirms that there is a low share of Twitter by the Colombian company in particular and the demand for corporate blogs that users are clamoring for. This clearly proves the rule, the need for social networks to business strategy. I found it really interesting that list of tips for using social networking in the enterprise.

10 tips on using social networks.

1. If you are going to be in social networks, has an active presence. It is essential to have well informed their target audiences. Attempts, whether they are good, they die from lack of care of the person in charge.

2. Understand that social networks are a place for meeting, for conversation. Failure to update with some regularity in social networks, consumers face you will be charged absence.

3. Participate in social networks can generate significant feedback traffic. Learn to talk with audiences and ever-present arguments, no fights with commenters hunt.

4. Be honest. Every lie and even inaccuracies may be charged in the future. No one that lies in the network can sustain a fallacy for a long time. Is proven.

5. Be casual, but not unruly. This presence provides a language show greater proximity. However, having the discipline to be consistent between what he says in a space and what is asserted in another.

6. Assemble a team to maintain an active presence. Get advice from people who are immersed in this dynamic and hopefully working in your business. Not enough to know how to use the tools or know the business.

7. Build an ecosystem of available tools. It is important to know that there are tools for everything: blogs, social networks, microblogging, videos and other resources, to achieve a striking presence.

8. Be sure to invite people who might be interested in his presence. At this point many campaigns fail to appreciate more the amount that the quality and commitment of members.

9. Never stop learning or case with only one possibility. To critically look at their participation in certain tools and forget to leverage its entire strategy on one all the time.

10. Sit down with your team to assess needs, gaps between today and tomorrow, objectives, audiences, media, languages \u200b\u200band times to communicate with their audiences.

Hope you like it. A greeting. EVP.

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The importance of a business strategy for business social networking

There is a question that every day becomes more numerous and strong How to do business in facebook? Everyone runs to facebook for business, and between stunned between not knowing what to do and need to sell many start saying "sell ..." Are there any results?

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Every day thousands of Facebook and Twitter accounts with the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing there to do business, but a large number of these accounts are left in a short time or do not achieve their objectives.

Before seeing how to do business in social networking online with virtual friends, we need to know why doing business in social networking? Does anyone already making money by this means?

First we need to accept that Facebook users are over 500 million worldwide, with an average daily enrollment in excess of 100,000 people. On the Internet, people are consuming all sorts of products, and making payments on their current services. We buy digital books, videos, music, software, pictures, appliances, etc., And most importantly, advertising.

Imagine that I want to please How could I?

For example one of your dreams is shaking hands with a champion soccer player in the last World Cup, it is possible that even if the addresses you by phone or in a video conference was very pleased.

How could I indulge in something you want?

The only way is to tell me your dreams, your preferences, your habits, etc., Or give me access to deduce information about what you might like. I can not guess, the big companies do surveys.

When a company gives us a good service is pleasing to our tastes and preferences, obvious that the company had to act with some data.

Where does a company may obtain information about us and our preferences?

This is where controversial privacy on Facebook and how to have happy customers online, and not just Facebook, Google also needs to know a lot of us to give us the best service.

Hence the importance of business strategy for business social networking. What do you want to be in a network? How do we do? Are you willing to listen even to those who speak ill of you?

1 .- The first step to doing business in social networking will be the public. With whom do business? Are you interested in following us and listen? Each day need to achieve the greatest number of people who listen to us, and that it could achieve only one way, give something they can use and interests.

For a sole trader working to get more fans could be based on sympathy and social powers, but for a business strategy need incentives like contests, give prizes, etc.

2 .- Consumers are in social networks, but do not enter the network to consume or purchase. We need to understand potential customers, what we can give? So that our brand is close to his thoughts: content, solutions, perspectives.

3 .- When you can see the potential and importance of a business strategy for business social networking, you will see that the trust factor is crucial. It's something you gotta do How confident you want to win for those who follow you?

4 .- For a company it is important to delegate their presence in social networks, someone who may have a positive reaction to negative opinions. You can not control someone upload a video that does not favor. What is your normal reaction? What reaction do you favor?

5 .- The days pass, passing thoughts, What are you doing your contacts? An educational program for regular email delivery allows the image of your company is present. Other options include videos, articles, blog, etc., Which may also act as a filter.

To achieve this we need a whole plan, hence the importance of business strategy for business social networking.

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Currently, I think, and I think many of you, that social networks are emerging as a channel of communication between people and businesses, generating millions daily Conversations between them.

Today there are many cases in which social networks play a critical role, which is the channel of communication for to promote various products or services (or a particular brand).

campaigns are usually looking to increase traffic to the website, to the point of sale, or increase the number of followers of the brand.

This is not always positive, since some consumers may feel that something is being done correctly, whether producing, reporting, customer care, etc.

But in any case, whether positive or negative, can we consider that all the information generated in interactions, are a reliable basis to meet our customers, to enhance our brand positioning, my products or services?

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Nome, the desktop client

All of us, and increasingly, we stay connected to social networks for hours, are now so complicated that we can keep an eye on them all the normal time and browse the Internet, social networks have become an unqualified success, and are evolved in a surprising way every day.

Surfing the net, called my attention to a desktop client for social networks, called Nome, is integrated with 120 of the most popular Tuenti, Facebook, Twitter, and much more .

also has a lot of options and features that make it very complete as a desktop client , and of course, has a more attractive design, elegant and simple.

is also important to add that is developed under the Adobe Air platform , Making it compatible with Linux, Mac and Windows.

Nome is a customer like everybody else that offers features to which we are very accustomed to: we can read and send messages, reply, share photos, files, videos ...

You may find Nome final customer to use on your team!

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SOCIAL NETWORKS AND SOCIAL NETWORKING

Well, as we all know social networks have many advantages, the principal might be the interaction between user and the Internet. This could result in the traffic of ideas, that is, persons who exchange ideas through social networks and can be of great interest in certain areas. Perhaps for many businesses are a useless tool, however, and if those ideas are used properly, can be very valuable and generate value to the company.

They also have many other advantages:

1. help to retain customers
2. show the company with an image of innovation and enhances reputation of the company.
3. communication with the public is not intrusive
4. Public Relations Promotes
5. Expands important networking and can secure new business.
6. fostering networking

In this case, professional social networks like LinkedIn or Xing are actually a good way to find job opportunities, because in them we can find headhunters in search of suitable candidate and that fits the company profile, and add value to our careers.
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Sar, descent, birth, upbringing and adventures of Doctor Don Diego de Torres Villarroel

Autobiography of Torres Villarroel
My life, neither in life nor in death, deserves more honors
epitaphs nor more than oblivion and silence. A
die I only play in the dark, hidden
be a dead and a dead heap, crowded among others
that vanish in the podrideros1. My
worms, my and my ashes zancarrones2
I hope that the riotous, as in life have left me
not healthy bone. In the eternity of my grief or my glory
not have to remove or put any piece of
memories of living, with no stooping
hell and bliss adding their celebrations, for all I care
known to
I've been in the world.


I aspire to no more memories than the votes
piadosísimos the Church does, my mother,
whole community of the departed in their union.
Cogerame responsive the whirlwind day of November,
as all poor, and I will console myself with whom I dealt
God's mercy. I talk to the whims of my
hope and the generosity of my desire. I imagine from here
soul from purgatory, it is best that I can
happen. The horrible multitude of my sins
confuses me, frightens me and pushed me as
depths of hell, but so far I've fallen into it
or despair. By the grace of God I hope
temporary punishment and, trusting in his mercy, do I still
happier accounts. His Majesty wants
latter prediction comes true me, and that has allowed
lie in how I have spilled
around the world. The friars
and hanged (before and after skull
) writes los3 use, or entertainment
devotion of the living, lives, miracles and
the recklessness. In other breeds of men, vigorous
the vices or virtues, they also do charity
to immortalize a bit with the ratio of their
exploits.
To the dead, neither up nor down, neither close nor bulking
the honor or disgrace with
the second time to take the place of the world intrude
that historians of his adventures;
because are not in a state of merit, to thrive
or ruined. The applause, the insults, exaltations,
the happy and grief, they all just
the day is over. The living
are often pitifully bad
the crowing of their customs. Because the good
puts flattery disguised in a faded
intonation and a love interest,
capricious and dangerous. Regodéanse
gossip with applause and with the bells and whistles of the pride, and give your soul
an intolerable arrogance.
ill become irritated, and maybe curse is pleased with the abomination
or accusations of madness. A flattering compliment
a humble vanishes.
A warning of a well-meaning at least encoloriza4
rebel. In all there are endangered and it is science difficult to praise
and reproving. All
presume that they know and none of the studies, and it is rare practice
not welcome. Those who read
say they can serve, the punishment
or imitation, word of the virtues or
atrocities of those with them were famous in the
life. I do not deny some benefit, but also discover
in reading too much damage, if not read
shares the desire to imitate the one and the good intention of
hate others, but cheeky entertainment and curiosity
misused. What I suspect is that if
this style produces some interest, it has only the writer,
because the dead and the reader pay cash, the one with the bones
you dig, and the other with his
money. I do not quite dare to blame this
custom has been praiseworthy among the nations, but
affirm that it is dangerous to get into people's lives and
is difficult to describe without hurting them.
are many that are full of trivia, fiction and lies. Rarely
writes disappointment and sincerity, if not
is flattery, interest and ignorance.
is safest not to wake the sleeper. Rest in peace
the dead, the living to see how they live and live each
for himself, because for die when he dies alone.
relations glorious events, unhappy infinite
or reckless living and dead,
may be useful, important and even accurate. Sean
congratulations to everyone, but to me none beside me is
, neither alive nor dead, the memory of my life, nor
to which they have to read the review leads to nothing
or science of my antics and delusions. She
is such that neither is bad or good, nor fair nor
wide, can serve the imitations, hatred, affection
or profits.
I'm a bad man, but my mischief, or
by common or frequent, or I have done abominable
or exquisitely reprehensible. Peco, as
many, ambushed and sunk, with fear and shame
of me peek. Looking at my conscience, I am
outlaw, looking for witnesses, I am regular,
passable and tolerable. I am a sinner and offender overlap
dark so suspected and not de jure. Such
which time I'm good, but no
stop being bad. Many more brand blunders and embarrassments plenary
I have done in this life, but not so unique
that have not implemented other infinite
before me. They are confused, hide and go
among others. Commoner use the known, and does not
strange or me or the other, because
are all about and, with a short difference
so bad about like the others.
In my opinion I am mildly crazy, something free
and a little mocking, a very lazy, if not a presumptuous and perdulario5
incorrigible, because I always kept an abomination
frightening to
interests, honors, applause, claims , posts,
ceremonies and flattery of the world.
the urgency of my needs, which have been great and repeated, never
I could drag the powerful lobbies, their walls were always complaining
my diversion,
but not of my worship. I've never submitted a
memorial6, nor have I found good for sheriff
for mayor, to cure or to another office for those who strive
others as unwilling as I am.
this dung (which, in my view, is bad
humor or philosophy) has been called arrogant and rusticity
my enemies. Might be, but as I am a Christian
not distinguish or wrong with other
disorders. Sometimes I think genius and arrogance
other rambling. What promise is that when I
offers to be humble, which is many times a day, always
submissions and meet with the contempt
myself, without the slightest hesitation or withdrawal from my natural
pride. Subject with ease and with joy my opinions and feelings
Apparently anyone. I hide from the stubborn
conferencias7
are common in conversations. Seeking the seat more
darker and more distant from those who preside in them.
speak little, persuaded that my expressions and can entertain and teach
. Finally, I am in contests
cowardly, silent, in fear and suspicion
my words and my actions. If this is genius, political, negotiation
or arrogance, which he reads apúrelo that
I know no more to confess.
on any of the follies and delusions of my
freedom, laziness and presumption, can be found or a short
jácara of which, to the delight of rogues
poets compose and sing the blind fools in
cantons and cliques. I'm pretty sure it's a guilty
nonsense put
chronicle the follies of a subject so vulgar, so mean and so miserable that
by end can serve any complacency, the
example or laughter. The time spent on writing and reading
not entertain or profit,
everything fails. And yet these useless and banes,
I am determined to write passages
unfortunate what has happened to me on what I left behind
of my life.
Because she has taken my death,
no longer be delayed. And I want before I die, fade
with my confessions and tangles truths and lies that I have bulging
critics and liars.
Poverty, youth, what
jarred my apprehension, the ridiculousness of my study, my calendars,
my songs and my enemies I have made man
novel, a flamboyant and school estudiantón
between sorcerer and astrologer, with overtones of hell and
perspectivas8 sorcerer. Biting Fools
scholars take me and put me in their conversations;
and in the stands and kitchens, behind the kalandario
an aphorism, I eat a ridiculous
quixotic and hit me a couple of huge adventure. And
my misfortune and your taste, I'm among the people made
a mess, covered with coat
them want and with patches and swabs of their black news. Step
between those who know me and ignore me, I abhor
and greet me by a Alfarache Guzman, a Gregory
Guadaña9 and Lázaro de Tormes.
And nor am this or that or the other, and my life, that
has to know who I am. I want to get in a circle;
and since everyone is presumed puppet making
my gossip, half-murmur, which I
I can do with more truth and less injustice and scandal
all. Please follow the conversation and creates
after the world who wish.
I moved to confess in public my real desire
frivolities appease the gossip and the babblings
excited that my name goes
outlaw me, because my mind is not affected by air
praise or the noise vituperation.
Worldwide Garlan and let him decide what
to know or not know, about me or who grabs the fly
his will, his anger or his habit.
From an early age I knew that the people can not pretend
not wait no more justice than mercy
do not miss your self-esteem. In
the efforts of little or much consideration, each follows his comfort
and their ideas. He who praises me, I appreciate
not, because, if he praises me, is because it should
his modesty or hypocrisy, and they can ask
thanks that I should not give. When I corrected him and let him hear
head off, I am laughing a lot to see how director
boasts very happy with
repotente10 and their own satisfaction. So I compose with
people, and I was able to get on with my life today without special
anguish of my spirit and without the necessary work
corruptions and laments that the
king and peasant, the pope and the sacristan , is the kind
ease in his own factory and vitality.
There are two special reasons
are urging me to take my life to shame. The first stems from a fear
prudent, based on hunger and daring writers
of dying and that
desfarrapados spent with the permission of God in this century.
write how much, it passes in and out in this world and the other without
book case or person. And I fear that, by the greed of
win four pennies, get some silly new
lifting curses and lies in my blood, phlegm and
my anger. Want to give me his agony and the evil that can
that into your own hands are more tolerable
spanking. And finally, if my life is worth money,
'd better take me not another, that my life is mine
so far, and I can do with it, the grimaces and
transformations that make me the taste and convenience;
and no rascal to sell it to me while I
alive. And after his death, he is the scarecrow of
this story from reaching his lies and fictions
to bite in my worms. And I'm very happy to assume that sufficient
diligence of this writing, that
do in life, to frighten and bore my grave the
crows, beetles and blow flies that will undoubtedly come to buzzing
roerme skull and bones.
The second reason that leads me to put the disparatorios
patent my life is to take them news
true and real issue that he has to preach
my honor to doctors reverent my Universidad11
cloister. In my opinion it has to be
will fix the praises of my confessions, and the preacher
you agree not to preach some truths
.
Having spent most of my life without seeking or pretending
honors, rents or other interests, I also wish
that neither death nor put me
add me more than I said it's mine fails.
materials contained in this paper more than enough to make twenty
funeral prayers, and will not compliment the speaker too From
propina12 with my soul because I give
done more work. Remember that happiness is the
that gathers together and distinguished real issue
the funeral, which is a misfortune to see walking in tow
(in dying one of us) the poor preacher begging
studying strengths and weights for
out with a brilliance to his late.
ask about, discuss with others, and after one, two or more years,
not track other than the dead weight if it is not
charity, and it's clear [n] because one day they saw him give
a penny to charity. And
Empéñanse in canonize him a saint, but Peter has been a Ponce13, and
must be in force posturing,
weights and metaphysical.
I do not can make good
none after death, if I have not been in life. The benefits
I apply, nor can I
advantage. What I do and what I work is what
me to serve, but I do not cackle. Please from now
preach I do not ask for more
no further business ideas that you find in this paper. I am a man
clear and true, and tell me what you know with the ingenuity
than usual.
Hold the mercy of God and say that presumed piety
my salvation, and not goal in the mess of me
virtuous, because more has to shock to persuade
with her speech. If my university can stop the habit of preaching
our honor, I wish
start for me and I switch to responsories
Mass and the sermon, the tumulus, the catkins and
epitaphs. Spend on other subjects more worthy and more
creditors pumps his exaggerations and the feelings
bullaje wiry, very grateful that I shall die without hope
more
special honors that I have given in vida14.
These are the reasons that I have to bring it to light
from so much darkness. And before me,
trasplantaré view of all the musty cork
of my birth, so you know what root
my trunk, my classes and my fruit.