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Myrrh is a bitter and aromatic herb with curative properties for the living and preservative properties for the dead, properties used materially and symbolically since antiquity. Twomey fleshes out the associations of myrrh in patristic commentaries on scripture, other Vitae Christi , fifteenth-century Marian liturgies, and in medical handbooks and bestiaries, in a wide-ranging gathering of sources and analogues.

These texts articulated a converso identity as Other in a local context, which was eventually abstracted from the local, to permeate official political discourses leading to realm-wide implementation e. SE is the primary focus here, complementing current studies with rhetorical analysis and a more local contextualization. An important shift in the SE , which Vidal Doval emphasizes, subsequently developed more fully into the estatutos de limpieza de sangre , is to establish absolute continuity of Jewish and converso identity, and to make genealogical confessional purity the essential political value.


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While Weiss eschews definitions and taxonomies, he explicitly establishes criteria for inclusion: a minimum of six marginal glosses fundamentally keyed to the text, even if circulating separately. These checklists serve to supplement and correct BETA, trace routes of transmission, and offer evidence for study of reception of the classics, of translation, and of the history of the relationship s among author, book, and reader. A further area of inquiry for which the checklists will provide much evidence is study of how late medieval vernacular literary culture was disseminated in the post-medieval era presuming we have entered such.

Yiacoup focuses on two frontier ballads: El romance del juego de ajedrez RJA or El romance de Fajardo mid-fifteenth century? The work in the volume is not surprisingly of uniformly high quality, providing not only critical insights into the works and themes considered, but tremendously useful information and suggestive ideas for future work, and will be a most valuable collection of essays in both medieval and in sixteenth-century Iberian literature and culture.

Quick jump to page content. Tenderness of fear in the entrails ;. A sponge for the hatred ofmen. And I lost my childhood because I saw.

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How the war was destroying friends. And its infantile blood, shaded my light ,. It stayed in my memory forever. As a fragrant flower that withers. Translation in english-Susana Roberts. Mi ternura se abrazaba al ardor de tu dulzura con toda el alma puesta en su codicia.

Con dulzura, iba abriendo la flor de tu clausura, oferente de amor y de primicia. Ya eres la dictadora soberana. Has usurpado todo,. Eres la sombra en luz de hambre que empuja,. Eres cloaca de oro. Ante ti no hay remedio,. How frightening is the anger of the men who kill,. What a storm, what thunder, what a flash of violence.

Where is the light of the smile. Where is the light of dawn. Time becomes a scream in the seconds.

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As a child, I knew the smell of my blood. And I felt the tearing of my wounded flesh. And you who speak so much of God,. Tell me, which is the race, which the country. What seeds of hate are you planting there. January 11, El tiempo se hace grito en los segundos. Si Dios es LUZ de vida en la concordia. Le temps n'est qu'un cri dans les secondes.

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J'ai connu, enfant, l'odeur de mon sang. Et vous qui parlez tant de Dieu,. Dites-moi, quelle est cette race, cette patrie,. Avec quelle semence de haine la semez-vous. It is the storm.

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And she was shaking with fear. The ancientbaobab has welcomed us. Rain drops were falling, erakling in the foliage of the tree. The clouds were all lit up by. Blinding lightmimg flashes. I was all while caressing. And I felt myself yremblig. Africa was waking up from its lethargy. And I felt shivers down my spine. And I never did know why. A tribute to the Africans who,. I am broken with amazement, in this world. Humankind allows to happen a great larceny. In a land all bare and barren, barefooted,. Further towards the south or towards the east,. O God, if your rule is everlastingly fair and just,.

You are two capricious injustices. I drink the sadnes. The river also weeps. Upon my open window, the earthly chill of dusk I see. Inside my home, crimson poppies creep,. At the sill, startled waves slowly leap. The scented sea spills its flooding dark before me. Fish flow freely about my forehead. Shaking their winged-tails in delight. My body, as a jetty, strives to hold their flight. But becomes a vast sea that swells instead. My reason fills with sharks whose harsh offense.

Devour my powers, my free will. Leaving but an echo of my common sense.

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With tremulous cadence I falter, I give in. I slowly loose my patience to madness, letting. Its eternal note of sadness forever in. Translation of the Spanish: :Silvia Rolle-Rissetto. Jose Maria Lopera: Spanish poet of peace and harmony. Ernesto Kahan : Dear Dr. My light is in darkness when I suffer Men are wise and free but enslaved by science, creator of frightening works of efficient killing. There is the threat of extinction in human genes where even the light of light shouts out darkness. Spanish poet of peace and harmony Translated for Ruth Petersen. You are the shade of the hunger that pushes, a sibilante asphyxia without answer, miserable usury, without any soul that will restrain you, or any power that will change or annihilates you.

Gold sewer you are vomiting avarice; dirty tiniebla in light that burns without lamp. In front of you there is no remedy, nothing, even complete virtues even the power of God is not strong enough. And here we are, pending of your logo, without knowing a thumb that will indicate if it is death or truce. Ave, high finance, morituri te salutant! Therefore: Glory Harmony! And I lost my childhood because I saw How the war was destroying friends And its infantile blood, shaded my light , It stayed in my memory forever As a fragrant flower that withers.

Has usurpado todo, imponiendo tu estafa y robo desmedido al milagro creador de este planeta, al honroso quehacer del ser humano. Eres la sombra en luz de hambre que empuja, la sibilante asfixia sin respuesta, la usura miserable, sin alma que te frene, sin poder que te cambie o aniquile.

What a storm, what thunder, what a flash of violence seeks death or mutilates people who are innocent! Where is the light of dawn which radiates harmony among men? As a child, I knew the smell of my blood in the horrific panic of the whistling bomb. And I felt the tearing of my wounded flesh and the lacerating fear, which time does not erase, in the cry of my constant cursing of the war. And you who speak so much of God, whom so often you invoke against other men, whom so much you worship to justify your actions, into what base souls have you invited him?

Tell me, which is the race, which the country that you wish to defend or impose with fangs of fratricidal hate, when not even the death of a tiny child is justified by your fanaticism? What seeds of hate are you planting there that cut the wounded land with blades of death! J'ai connu, enfant, l'odeur de mon sang dans la panique horrible de la bombe sifflante. It is the storm coming back again today and with more fury. And she was shaking with fear enfolded in the embrace of my arms, seeking out protrction between my legs, while she was grittingher teeth, searchingwith her most stubborn sinews.

The ancientbaobab has welcomed us into the damp-ridden shelter of its trunk, hollowed out over millennia. Rain drops were falling, erakling in the foliage of the tree and in the impenetrable grasses of the unbounded savannah: just like cooking salt fallen into a ot fire. The clouds were all lit up by Blinding lightmimg flashes was making the tree shudder from shood tips to roots. I was all while caressing with my white fingers the dark brown skin of her beautiful face, the wonderful origin of the vital essence. And I felt shivers down my spine from the guilt thatI was feelind as a white man.

And I never did know why the rainwas shivering in each and eerydrop and the baobab singhing in its perfume. I am broken with amazement, in this world with its steely claws and with petroleum for a soul. Humankind allows to happen a great larceny againstbeings both defenceless and ignorant dragged into fratricidal conflicts or into system-wide corruption without excuse, for theft and plunder of their liberty and their fatherland.