Eltitoguay
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Oh, my poor cousin Hombre del Mont must be "apollardaito" or "aplatanaito" with this heat...
Now that night is beginning to fall and the heat is easing here, I leave you this beautiful poetry by San Juan de la Cruz,
with the music that Enrique Morente put to it, but covered by Rosalía. I showed it to my niece, and now she can't stop playing it; so it goes from both of us...:
" EVEN THOUGH IT'S NIGHT: How well I know the source that flows and flows Although it's night That eternal fountain is hidden How well do I know where he has his flock? Although it's night In this dark night of this life How well I know by faith the cold fountain Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night I don't know its origin, because it doesn't have one. But I know that every origin of it comes Although it's night I know there can be no such beautiful thing And that heaven and earth drink from it Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night I know well that soil is not found in it And no one can wade through it Although it's night Its clarity is never obscured And all light from it is coming Although it's night And its currents are so mighty What heavens, hells they water and the people Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night The current that arises from this source Well I know that he is so capable and omnipotent Although it's night The current that comes from these two I know that none of them precede him Although it's night Here the creatures are being called And they get fed up with this water, although in the dark Although it's night In this living fountain of desire In this bread of life, I see it Although it's night In this eternal fountain is hidden In this living bread to give me life Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night, ah ah ah ah..."
Now that night is beginning to fall and the heat is easing here, I leave you this beautiful poetry by San Juan de la Cruz,
John of the Cross - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
" EVEN THOUGH IT'S NIGHT: How well I know the source that flows and flows Although it's night That eternal fountain is hidden How well do I know where he has his flock? Although it's night In this dark night of this life How well I know by faith the cold fountain Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night I don't know its origin, because it doesn't have one. But I know that every origin of it comes Although it's night I know there can be no such beautiful thing And that heaven and earth drink from it Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night I know well that soil is not found in it And no one can wade through it Although it's night Its clarity is never obscured And all light from it is coming Although it's night And its currents are so mighty What heavens, hells they water and the people Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night The current that arises from this source Well I know that he is so capable and omnipotent Although it's night The current that comes from these two I know that none of them precede him Although it's night Here the creatures are being called And they get fed up with this water, although in the dark Although it's night In this living fountain of desire In this bread of life, I see it Although it's night In this eternal fountain is hidden In this living bread to give me life Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night Although it's night, ah ah ah ah..."