Bethlehem at Christmas. This is how these days are lived in the land where Jesus was born.The Nativity Scene speaks to usWho does Christmas bother?Who has entered the Bethlehem portal?
Gerardo Diego
Who has entered the portal,
in the Bethlehem portal?
Who came through the door?
who has entered, who?
The night, the cold, the frost
and the sword of a star.
A male -florid rod-
and a maiden.
Who has entered the portal
by the open and broken ceiling?
Who has entered that sounds like this
celestial uproar?
A scale of gold and music,
sharps and flats
and angels with tambourines
dorremifasoles.
Who has entered the portal,
in the portal of Bethlehem,
not for the door and the roof
nor the air of the air, who?
Flower on bud impact,
dew on the flower.
Nobody knows how it came
my Child, my love...
St. Joseph's Lullaby
Lope de Vega
Joseph: Sleep, and I will watch over you.
the dream, and I will sing to you
a thousand songs, as it comes
the one whose soul is inside your soul,
to give you milk from the breast.
My Child, how do you find yourselves
With me, do you not answer: "
well you can, if you want,
that tongue to the stones you give.
Hey, my eyes, don't you speak?
Look, I am listening.
The straws of the manger
Lope de Vega
The straws of the manger
child of Bethlehem
today are flowers and roses,
tomorrow they will be gall.
You cry between straws,
of the cold you have,
my beautiful child,
and from the heat as well.
Sleep, holy Lamb;
my life, do not cry;
if the wolf hears you,
will come for you, my good.
Sleep between straws
that, although cold, you see them,
today are flowers and roses,
tomorrow they will be gall.
Those that to keep you warm
so soft they look so soft today,
tomorrow will be thorns
in a cruel crown.
But I don't want to tell you,
although you know it,
words of regret
on days of pleasure;
that even though such large debts
in straws you charge them,
today are flowers and roses,
tomorrow they will be gall.
Leave in tender weeping,
divine Emmanüel;
that pearls between straws
are lost for no reason.
Do not think your Mother
that already Jerusalem
prevent your pain
and weeps with José;
that even if they are not straws
crown for king,
today are flowers and roses,
tomorrow they will be gall.
Juan Ruiz, Archpriest of Hita
Santa Maria,
daylight,
be my guide
yet.
Give me grace and blessing,
of Jesus consolation,
so that with devotion
I can sing your joy.
You had seven joys:
one when you received
salutation
of the Angel; when you heard it
you, Mary, conceived
God-Salvation.
The second was fulfilled
when he was born of you
without pain,
of the angels served;
and was later known
by Salvador.
And it was your third joy
when the star appeared
to demonstrate
the true path;
to the King and Queen
was in guiding.
Lope de Vega
What have I that you seek my friendship?
What interest follows you, my Jesus,
that at my door covered with dew
do you spend the winter nights in the dark?
Oh how hard my insides were
I wouldn't open you up! What a strange ranting
if from my ingratitude the cold ice
dried the sores of your pure plants!
How many times the Angel said to me:
"Alma, lean out of the window now,
you will see with how much love to call porphyria!"
And how many, sovereign beauty,
"Tomorrow we will open it for you," he replied,
for the same answer tomorrow!
Why do you come, child?
Alejandro Domingo
Why do you come, child?
why you have come,
to this cold land;
waste of life.
You want our arms
to keep you warm,
and my heart;
waste of love.
Come then, since you want to,
since you are so eager for our company,
to this poor house that is so empty,
that awaits you so much and sighs so much
Give him his owner, his light and his life,
that without your warmth, it is impossible to be.
Stay with me, don't leave me now.
And I, like Joseph and without making noise
with much affection I want to take care of you.
Ruben Dario
-I am Gaspar. Here I bring the incense.
I come to say: Life is pure and beautiful.
There is a God. Love is immense.
I know everything by the divine Star!
-I am Melchior. My myrrh scents everything.
There is God. He is the light of day.
The white flower has its feet in mud.
And in pleasure there is melancholy!
-I am Balthazar. I bring the gold. I assure
He is the great and strong.
I know everything by the pure star
that shines in the diadem of Death.
-Gaspar, Melchior and Balthazar, be quiet.
Love triumphs, and invites you to its feast.
Christ rises, makes light out of chaos
and has the crown of Life.
Enlarge the door, Father
Miguel de Unamuno
Enlarge the door, Father
because I can't get through;
you made it for the children.
I have grown up, to my regret.
If you don't enlarge the door,
for pity's sake,
bring me back to blessed age
in which to live is to dream.
I have just seen
Lope de Vega
I have just come from watching, Anton,
a child of such poverty,
I gave him for diapers
the fabrics of the heart.
