The Adoration of the Magi, by Rubens.
Well yes, they are here. One more year the Wise Men And I hope they have brought you everything you have asked for, depending on how well or less well you have behaved, of course. They have left me these 5 poems of 5 classic writers like Lope de Vega, Rubén Darío, Santa Teresa de Jesús, GK Chesterton or Luis Rosales. To eat the delicious roscón with chocolate and beautiful verses.
The arrival of the Magi - Lope de Vega
Kings who come for them,
do not look for stars anymore,
because where the sun is
the stars have no light.
Kings who come from the East
to the east of the sun alone,
that more beautiful than Apollo,
Dawn leaves excellent.
Looking at its beautiful lights,
don't follow yours anymore,
because where the sun is
the stars have no light.
Don't look for the star now
that its light has darkened
this newborn sun,
in this Virgin Aurora.
You will no longer find light in them,
the child already lights you up,
because where the sun is
the stars have no light.
Although he pretends to be eclipsed,
do not notice her crying,
because it never rains so much
like when the sun comes on.
Those beautiful tears
the star is already darkening,
because where the sun is
the stars have no light.
The three wise men - Ruben Dario
-I'm Gaspar. Here I bring the incense.
I come to say: Life is pure and beautiful.
God exists. The love is immense.
I know everything from the divine Star!
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-I am Melchior. My myrrh smells everything.
God exists. He is the light of the day.
The white flower has its feet in mud.
And in pleasure there is melancholy!
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-I am Baltasar. I bring the gold. I assure
that God exists. He is big and strong.
I know everything from the pure star
that shines on the diadem of Death.
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-Gaspar, Melchor and Baltasar, shut up.
Love triumphs, and his party invites you.
Christ rises, makes the light of chaos
and has the crown of Life!
Sonnet - Luis Rosales
With sweet and grave fervent majesty,
while the broom burns singing,
the Kings arrive when the sun pours
his girl innocent gold antiquity.
With the mouth and lip of a laughing bee
where honey flies from branch to branch
they kissed the Lord, who embraces them
the believing heart of joyful myrtle.
With touch and hand of fluvial foam,
they offered him the helpless gold
and the slow incense of brunette ascension:
Everything in the air is bird and feather,
is heaven in being restored
and in the defenseless flesh time dreams!
Los Reyes Magos - GK Chesterton
We walk very slowly, rain or snow,
in search of the place where men pray.
The road is so flat that it is not easy
follow it without getting lost.
We learned when we were young
to solve dark riddles
and the three of us know
the ancient tradition of the labyrinth.
We are the wise men of other times
and except the truth we know everything.
We went round and round the mountain,
and we lost sight of the forest among the trees,
and for each evil we learned a name
endless. We honor the insane gods;
we called the Furies Eumenides.
The gods of strength unveiled them
to imagination and philosophy.
The serpent that brought so many misfortunes to man
bites its own twisted tail
and calls itself Eternity.
We humbly go ... Under snow and hail ...
The muffled voices and the lit lantern.
So simple is the path that we could
lose orientation.
The world is turning white and terrible
and white and blinding the day that dawns.
Surrounded by light we walk, dazzled
for something that is so big that it cannot be seen
and so simple that it cannot be said.
The child that existed
before the worlds began
(… We just need to walk a little more,
we just need to open the lock),
the boy who played with the moon and the sun
play with the hay now.
The abode in which the heavens feed
-that old and strange abode that is ours-
where misleading words are not spoken
and Mercy is simple as bread
and Honor as hard as stone.
Let us go humbly, humble are the heavens,
And the star shines brightly, low, huge,
and the manger rests so close to us
that we will have to travel far to find it.
Listen! Laughter wakes up like a lion,
its roar resounds on the plain
and the whole sky screams and shudders
because God in person has been born again,
and we are just little children
that under rain and snow they continue on their way.
On the feast of the Holy Kings - Saint Teresa of Jesus
Well the star
it is already arrival,
go with the kings
the my herd.
We all go together
to see the Messiah,
well we see fulfilled
and to the prophecies.
Well in our days,
it is already arrival,
go with the kings
the my herd.
Let's bring him gifts
of great value,
Well, the Kings are coming
with such great boil.
Rejoice today
our great Zagala,
go with the kings
the my herd.
Don't heal, Llorente,
to seek reason,
to see what God is
this waiter
Give him your heart
and I am determined:
go with the kings
the my herd.