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.
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