Page 9 - Demo

El Ruise%u00f1or que pierde sus hijuelos Cual suele el ruise%u00f1or entre las sombrasde las hojas del olmo o de la hayala p%u00e9rdida llorar de sus hijuelos,a los cuales sin plumas aleandoel duro labrador tom%u00f3 del nido;llora la triste pajarilla entoncesla noche entera sin descanso alguno,y desde all%u00ed, do est%u00e1 puesta en su ramo,renovando su llanto dolorido,de sus querellas hincha todo el campo.Juan Bosc%u00e1n (1490%u20131542) Arbor decora et fulgida,ornata Regis purpura,electa digno stipitetam sancta membra tangere.Vexilla regis, v. 4%u00bfQui%u00e9n nos separar%u00e1 del amor de Cristo?Romans 8:35Retorno a ti (excerpts)Se%u00f1or, una vez m%u00e1s vengo a buscarte.Una vez m%u00e1s %u2014la primera o la %u00faltima%u2014a que me digas por qu%u00e9 tengo mi almatan ara%u00f1ada de caminos.T%u00fa que todo lo sabes,enciende en mi la verdad,aunque sea tan rotunda como un rayo,y qu%u00e9deme yo traspasado de tu verdad, aunque tenga que desnudarme del todoComo T%u00fa, duramente.Antonio Gala (1930%u20132023)Beata, cuius brachiispretium pependit saeculi:statera facta corporis,praedam tulitque tartari.Vexilla regis, v. 5The Nightingale Who Loses Her Young*How the nightingale, in the shadowsof elm and beech leavescries for the loss of her young,whom, wingless and flailing,the harsh labourer took from their nest!So the sad little bird weepsall night long, restlessly.And there, from her branch,Renewing her pained weeping, She fills the fields with her complaint.O lovely and refulgent Tree,adorned with purpled majesty;culled from a worthy stock, to bearthose limbs which sanctified were.Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?Return to You (excerpts)*Lord, once again I come to seek you.Once again%u2014for the first or last time%u2014so that you can tell me why my soul is so scratched by the paths.You who know everything, light in me the truth,Even if it is clear like lightning, and let me be pierced by your truth,even I have to undress myself completely,like you, harshly.Blest Tree, whose happy branches borethe wealth that did the world restore;the beam that did that Body weighwhich raised up Hell%u2019s expected prey.Texts and Translations