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The Nobel Prize in Literature 2016: Bob Dylan
The Nobel Prize in Literature for 2016 is awarded to Bob Dylan "for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition".
Photo taken at the Bob Dylan Exhibition "Mood Swings", Halcyon Gallery, New Bond Street, December 2013. I think the original photo was credited to His Bobness himself.
From the Svenska Akademien / The Swedish Academy:
Bio-bibliographical Notes:
Bob Dylan was born on May 24, 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota. He grew up in a Jewish middle-class family in the city of Hibbing. As a teenager he played in various bands and with time his interest in music deepened, with a particular passion for American folk music and blues. One of his idols was the folk singer Woody Guthrie. He was also influenced by the early authors of the Beat Generation, as well as by modernist poets.
Dylan moved to New York in 1961 and began to perform in clubs and cafés in Greenwich Village. He met the record producer John Hammond with whom he signed a contract for his debut album, called Bob Dylan (1962). In the following years he recorded a number of albums which have had a tremendous impact on popular music: Bringing It All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisited in 1965, Blonde On Blonde in 1966 and Blood On The Tracks in 1975. His productivity continued in the following decades, resulting in masterpieces like Oh Mercy (1989), Time Out Of Mind (1997) and Modern Times (2006).
Dylan’s tours in 1965 and 1966 attracted a lot of attention. For a period he was accompanied by film maker D. A. Pennebaker, who documented life around the stage in what would come to be the movie Dont Look Back (1967). Dylan has recorded a large number of albums revolving around topics like the social conditions of man, religion, politics and love. The lyrics have continuously been published in new editions, under the title Lyrics. As an artist, he is strikingly versatile; he has been active as painter, actor and scriptwriter.
Besides his large production of albums, Dylan has published experimental work like Tarantula (1971) and the collection Writings and Drawings (1973). He has written the autobiography Chronicles (2004), which depicts memories from the early years in New York and which provides glimpses of his life at the center of popular culture. Since the late 1980s, Bob Dylan has toured persistently, an undertaking called the “Never-Ending Tour”. Dylan has the status of an icon. His influence on contemporary music is profound, and he is the object of a steady stream of secondary literature.
Bibliography – a selection
Works in English:
Bob Dylan Song Book. – New York : M. Witmark, 1965
Bob Dylan Himself : His Words, His Music. – London : Duchess, 1965
Bob Dylan : A Collection. – New York : M. Witmark, 1966
Bob Dylan : The Original. – Warner Bros.- Seven Arts Music, 1968
Tarantula. – New York : Macmillan, 1971
Poem to Joanie / with an introduction by A. J. Weberman. – London : Aloes Seola, 1971
Writings and Drawings. – New York : Knopf, 1973
The Songs of Bob Dylan : From 1966 through 1975. – New York : Knopf, 1976
Lyrics, 1962-1985. – New York : Knopf, 1985
Bob Dylan Anthology. – New York : Amsco, 1990
Drawn Blank. – New York : Random House, 1994
Lyrics, 1962-1996. – New York : Villard, 1997
Lyrics, 1962-1999. – New York : Knopf, 1999
Man Gave Names to All the Animals / illustrated by Scott Menchin. – San Diego, Calif. : Harcourt Brace, 1999
The Definitive Bob Dylan Songbook. – New York : Amsco, 2001
Lyrics : 1962-2001. – New York : Simon & Schuster, 2004
Chronicles : Volume One. – New York : Simon & Schuster, 2004
Bob Dylan : The Drawn Blank Series / edited by Ingrid Mössinger and Kerstin Drechsel. – New York : Prestel, 2007
Hollywood Foto-Rhetoric : The Lost Manuscript / photographs by Barry Feinstein. – New York : Simon & Schuster, 2008
Lyrics / edited by Heinrich Detering. – Stuttgart : Reclam, 2008
Forever Young / illustrated by Paul Rogers. – New York : Atheneum, 2008
Bob Dylan : The Brazil Series. – New York : Prestel, 2010
Man Gave Names to All the Animals / illustrated by Jim Arnosky. – New York : Sterling, 2010
Blowin’ in The Wind / illustrated by Jon J. Muth. – New York : Sterling, 2011
Bob Dylan : The Asia Series. – New York : Gagosian Gallery, 2011
Revisionist Art. – New York : Gagosian Gallery, 2012
Bob Dylan : Face Value / text by John Elderfield. – London : National Portrait Gallery, 2013
If Dogs Run Free / illustrated by Scott Campbell. – New York : Atheneum, 2013
The Lyrics : Since 1962 / edited by Christopher Ricks, Lisa Nemrow and Julie Nemrow. – New York : Simon & Schuster, 2014
If Not for You / illustrated by David Walker . – New York : Atheneum, 2016
Albums:
Bob Dylan (1962)
The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan (1963)
The Times They Are A-Changin' (1964)
Another Side Of Bob Dylan (1964)
Bringing It All Back Home (1965)
Highway 61 Revisited (1965)
Blonde On Blonde (1966)
Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits (1967)
John Wesley Harding (1968)
Nashville Skyline (1969)
Self Portrait (1970)
New Morning (1970)
Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. 2 (1971)
Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid (1973)
Dylan (1973)
Planet Waves (1974)
Before The Flood (1974)
Blood On The Tracks (1975)
The Basement Tapes (1975)
Desire (1976)
Hard Rain (1976)
Street Legal (1978)
Bob Dylan At Budokan (1978)
Slow Train Coming (1979)
Saved (1980)
Shot Of Love (1981)
Infidels (1983)
Real Live (1984)
Empire Burlesque (1985)
Biograph (1985)
Knocked Out Loaded (1986)
Down In The Groove (1988)
Dylan & The Dead (1989)
Oh Mercy (1989)
Under The Red Sky (1990)
The Bootleg Series Vols. 1-3: Rare And Unreleased 1961-1991 (1991)
Good As I Been to You (1992)
World Gone Wrong (1993)
Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. 3 (1994)
MTV Unplugged (1995)
The Best Of Bob Dylan (1997)
The Songs Of Jimmie Rodgers: A Tribute (1997)
Time Out Of Mind (1997)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 4: Bob Dylan Live 1966: The ’Royal Albert Hall’ Concert (1998)
The Essential Bob Dylan (2000)
”Love And Theft” (2001)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 5: Live 1975: The Rolling Thunder Revue (2002)
Masked And Anonymous: The Soundtrack (2003)
Gotta Serve Somebody: The Gospel Songs Of Bob Dylan (2003)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Live 1964: Concert At Philharmonic Hall (2004)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 7: No Direction Home: The Soundtrack (2005)
Live At The Gaslight 1962 (2005)
Live At Carnegie Hall 1963 (2005)
Modern Times (2006)
The Traveling Wilburys Collection (2007)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 8: Tell Tale Signs: Rare And Unreleased, 1989-2006 (2008)
Together Through Life (2009)
Christmas In The Heart (2009)
The Original Mono Recordings (2010)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 9: The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964 (2010)
Good Rockin’ Tonight: The Legacy Of Sun (2011)
Timeless (2011)
Tempest (2012)
The Lost Notebooks Of Hank Williams (2011)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10: Another Self Portrait (2013)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 11: The Basement Tapes Complete (2014)
The Bootleg Series, Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965-1966 (2015)
Shadows In The Night (2015)
Fallen Angels (2016)
Films:
Dont Look Back / D. A. Pennebaker, 1967
Eat the Document / D. A. Pennebaker, Howard Alk, Bob Dylan, 1971
Pat Garrett & Billy The Kid / Sam Peckinpah, 1973
Renaldo & Clara / Bob Dylan, 1978
The Last Waltz / Martin Scorsese, 1978
Hard to Handle / Gillian Armstrong, 1986
Hearts of Fire / Richard Marquand, 1987
Masked and Anonymous / Larry Charles ; written by Bob Dylan and Larry Charles, 2003
No Direction Home / Martin Scorsese, 2005
I’m Not There / Todd Haynes, 2007
The Other Side of the Mirror : Bob Dylan Live at the Newport Folk Festival, 1963-1965. / Murray Lerner, 2007
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.
.- En el amor todo pasa, ilusiones, desilusiones, felicidad, hipocresía, amor verdadero, mentiras, verdades, honestidad, infidelidad, fidelidad, lealtad, entrega, engaños, y mucho más. Ante todo cualquier fracaso, cualquier decisión, cualquier mentira etc, se supera pues todo es una lección de vida, un reto que Dios nos manda para que demostremos y nos demos cuenta de la persona que llevamos dentro, para saber y demostrar qué tan buenas personas somos o para ser mejores, en el amor cuando Dios o el destino te alejan a personas que crees que son buenas, que te aman es sólo porque te mereces algo mejor, porque aleja de tu camino a lo que no es tu destino, cosas mejores llegarán y felicidad eterna tendrás...
For over 700 years Muslims have performed a devotional worship, a form of sema, whirling in continual remembrance of their Creator. This tradition of whirling became commonly known through the Sufi Mystic Poet Maulana Jalal’ud-din Rumi. The word sema, which is arabic for “sound” is described best by Shamsi Tabriz, Maulana Jalal’ud-din’s master and shaykh saying,
“There comes a Sound, from neither within nor without,
From neither right nor left, from neither behind nor in front,
From neither below nor above, from neither East nor West,
Nor is it of the elements: water, air, fire, earth, and the like;
From where then? It is from that place thou art in search of;
Turn ye toward the place where from the Lord makes His appearance.
From where a restless fish out of water gets water to live in,
From the place where the prophet Moses saw the divine Light,
From the place where the fruits get their ripening influence,
From the place where the stones get transmuted to gems,
From the place which even an infidel turns in distress,
From the place to which all men turn when they find this world a vale of tears.
It is not given to us to describe such a blessed place;
It is a place where even the heretics would leave off their heresies.”
Le Collachium est le nom du QUARTIER DES CHEVALIERS de la ville de Rhodes. On y trouve le palais des Grands Maîtres (Palati Megalon Magistron), une véritable forteresse militaire érigée par les Grands Maîtres de l'ordre de Saint-Jean.
"D'abord voué au secours des malades et des démunis partis en pèlerinage en Terre sainte, L'ORDRE RELIGIEUX DES CHEVALIERS DE ST-JEAN DE JERUSALEM devint aussi, au 12ème siècle, un ordre militaire. Dirigé par un grand maître élu à vie, il distingue alors trois castes: les chevaliers (nobles), les clercs et les sergents, auxiliaires militaires chargés des soins aux malades et des tâches domestiques. La règle prévoit, outre le respect des trois voeux -pauvreté, chasteté et obéissance-, l'assistance hospitalière, la participation à la défense de l'Eglise et, surtout, la lutte contre l'infidèle.
Sept prieurés composent l'Ordre, correspondant aux sept langues de ses preux serviteurs. trois d'entre eux sont français: Provence, Auvergne, France, qui réunissent la majorité des chevaliers; les autres étant espagnol, italien, anglais et allemand." (Le Guide Vert Îles Grecques)
Correggio (Antonio Allegri - Correggio, c. 1489 - Correggio, March 5, 1534) - Martyrdom of Saints Placidus, Flavia, Eutychius and Victorinus (c. 1524) - Oil on canvas 157 x 182 cm. - National Gallery of Parma
i quattro martiri sono figli del senatore romano Tertullo, Placido fu uno dei primi discepoli di san Benedetto e, presi gli ordini, se ne andò a Messina, poi raggiunto dalla sorella Flavia e dai fratelli che ne condividono la missione di evangelizzazione, quindi, nella Sicilia aggredita dagli infedeli, per i quattro fratelli non c’è scampo. È l’episodio finale quello prescelto da Correggio e dal suo committente, funzionale a illustrare non solo il sacrificio cristiano, ma anche quello della “difesa della vera fede”, così assolutamente nei tempi e moderna nell’epoca della minaccia luterana da una parte, musulmana dall’altra.
The four martyrs are children of the Roman senator Tertullus, Placidus was one of the first disciples of St. Benedict and, having taken orders, he went to Messina, then joined by his sister Flavia and brothers who share the mission of evangelization, then, in Sicily attacked by the infidels, for the four brothers there is no escape. The final episode is the one chosen by Correggio and his client, functional to illustrate not only the Christian sacrifice, but also that of the "defense of the true faith", so absolutely in the times and modern in the era of the Lutheran threat on one side, Muslim on the other.
95 COSAS QE NO SABIAS DE MIIIIIIIIIIIII!
1.- me llamo Rodrigo pero no me gusta XD
2.- me gusta que me digan mucho roy roy roy roy
3.- cuando era niño lloraba porqe no me dejaaban chupar la tapa de la catsup D:
4.- me gusta la captsup
5.- me vas aa caer mui bien si me dices hola y sonrries (:
6.- soy sensible :O
7.- amo el teriyaki(LL)
8.- cuando iva en la primaria le meti el pie aa una niña D:
9.- estube suspendido 3 dias :B
10.- me la pase esos tres dias en la casa de laa abuelita qe me cuidaba ii jugaba con sus nietos :3
11.- amo el mango
12.- lo ame porqe los tres dias qe estube suspendido me la pase comiendolos
13.- me gusta hablaar 8)
14.- escribo pendejadas pero casi no las digo D:
15.- las pendejadas las pienso como 10 minutos antes de decirlas XD (no siempre)
16.- ya no dan risa -.-
17.- aveces si :B
18.- no soy tan miedoso cuando tengo compañia
19.- cuando estoi solo si
20.- ago esto porqe una pestaña esta violando mi ojo y como no me la puedo sacar no puedo dormir -.-
21.- me da miedo entrar a la escuela despues de vacasiones D:
22.- tmbn me dan nervios ii me pongo feliz :)
23.- me junto con 6 personas en el salon :)
24.- las 6 son mis mejores amigos/as
25.- yo te puedo entender, y te puedo entender muy bien :D
26.- pero casi no me se expresar
27.- me gusta qe me sorprendan (:
28.- llore con una carta qe me dejo una amiga y qe no me avia dado cuenta asta mucho despues
29.- llore por qe ya no vive en esta ciudad u.u
30.- aveces soy bien lloron, otras no
31.- siempre estoi feliz (:
32.- cuando estoi solo estoi triste u.u
33.- por eso me gusta mucho estar con amigos :)
34.- tengo una enfermedad en la columna Ö
35.- solo mis bff saben (HH
36.- me gustal el 36 :J
37.- el 37 tmbn :B
38.- soy cursi
39.- pienso cosas bonitas y nunca las ago u.u (no siempre)
40.- cuando tenia 12 años tuve un sueño, de qe una bola en mi cuarto comenzaba a crecer i aplastaba mi litera
41.- dormia en la cama de arriba porqe me gustaba
42.- creo qe era imsomio y siempre terminaba llorando D:
43.- me gusta y cae bien la gente con confiansa (Y)
44.- me caes en la punta de la verga si dices grocerias en el sentido de qe no te las puedas quitar de la boca D:
45.- yo digo grocerias pero para agarrar cura 8)
46.- me dicen qe soi de sangre ligera :B
47.- mi pelo brilla mucho *O*
48.- me cae bien la gente con imaginacion
49.- - qe me aga reir
50.- me gusta qe me presten atencion
51.- me gusta qe me vengan a buscar para salir :B aunqe este todoo coshii
52.- me gusta qe esperen a qe me bañe i cambie XD
52.- me gusta que se acuerden de mi :D
53.- amo el BRAK DANCE
54.- estoi traumado con mi fisico D:
55.- lo erede de mi mama xD
56.- mi mama tiene buen cuerpo (YYY, DEJENLA ¬¬
57.- me gustaria vivir con mi novia(LL) conocerla maaas
58.- quiero una moto!
59.- si tu no le echas ganas yo no le echo ganas (en sentido de que estes conmigo)
60.- no me gusta ser rutinario, odio eso
61.- siempre estoy sonrriendo :D
62.- me rio de todoo
63.- puedo ser mui cariñooso n.ñ
64.- tambien te puedo golpear D:
65.- me gusta qe me sigan el rollo :B
66.- Michale jackson me violo
67.- OKEI NO XDD
68.- me gustan los perros grandes qe huelen rico :B
69.- tu MLP
70.- TENGOO UN HAMMSTER y se llama pudin :B yy es hembra XD
71.- tengo como 50 latas de arizona en mi cuarto (:
72.- colecciono cartas, recados, mensajes, cuadernos, yy muchas cosas de colores qe me recuerden la secundaria en un futuro (YY)
73.- Tengo un pase de cortesia a un table dance XDD qe ya no siver pero esta pegado en mi pared :B
74.- tengo las piernas cortas D:
75.- y los brazos largos por el break dance :B
76.- me gusta mucho recordaaar viendo fotoos (:
77.- tmbn recordar platicando :D
78.- me gusta y quiero pasaar muchooooooo tiempo con la persona qe mas quiero(LL)Y
79.- si no tuviera amigos seria emo D:
80.- en segundo tuve record de una suspension y 2 citatorios (Y), son muchos XDD
81.- estoi panson D: por dejar de hacer ejersicio
82.- me gustaria vivir en una novela (H
83.- soy orgulloso :O, pero en un nivel bueno :3
84.- me gusta hacer sentir bien :B
85.- hablo bajitoo
86.- pero me gusta gritaar :B
87.- me gusta tu risa(L)
88.- me gusta mirarte mucho(L)
89.- me gusta agarrarte la mano(L)
90.- me gustan tus ojos(L)
91.- me gusta tu sonrrisa(L)
92.- me gusta escucharte(L)
93.- me gustan tus besos(L)
94.- me gustan tus labios(L)
95.- me gustas yesicka(LLLLL)
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.
Palermo Cathedral, Palermo, Sicily, Italy.
Today, Palermo's cathedral is known officially as "Santa Maria Assunta" or Saint Mary of the Assumption. Arab records mention the existence of a large "infidel" temple present on this site when they conquered Palermo in 831. This was turned into the Great Mosque. In early 1072, when the Normans wrested control of Palermo from the Saracens, Count Roger (Roger I) promptly saw to it that the great mosque was reconsecrated as a Christian church. It was in this earlier incarnation of the cathedral that Roger II was crowned in 1130.
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For over 700 years Muslims have performed a devotional worship, a form of sema, whirling in continual remembrance of Allah.
This tradition of whirling became commonly known through the Sufi Mystic Poet Maulana Jalal’ud-din Rumi. The word sema, which is arabic for “sound” is described best by Shamsi Tabriz, Maulana Jalal’ud-din’s master and shaykh saying,
“There comes a Sound, from neither within nor without,
From neither right nor left, from neither behind nor in front,
From neither below nor above, from neither East nor West,
Nor is it of the elements: water, air, fire, earth, and the like;
From where then? It is from that place thou art in search of;
Turn ye toward the place where from the Lord makes His appearance.
From where a restless fish out of water gets water to live in,
From the place where the prophet Moses saw the divine Light,
From the place where the fruits get their ripening influence,
From the place where the stones get transmuted to gems,
From the place which even an infidel turns in distress,
From the place to which all men turn when they find this world a vale of tears.
It is not given to us to describe such a blessed place;
It is a place where even the heretics would leave off their heresies.”
La reina Isabel de Farnesio, segunda esposa de Felipe V, deseaba con fervor que su hijo Carlos llegase a ser Rey de España, pero, siguiendo el orden dinástico, antes les correspondía el trono a los dos hijos mayores del rey, Luis y Fernando, ambos hijos de su primera esposa, de la que enviudó. No obstante la reina no se resignó a perder su influencia política y su injerencia en los asuntos de Estado fue grande.
Luis I subió al trono en 1724 tras la abdicación del rey, pero murió a los 7 meses de comenzar su reinado, en agosto de ese año, por lo que Felipe V hubo de reasumir la Corona, que ceñiría hasta su muerte en julio de 1746. Este año asumió la corona Fernando VI, quien, cansado de las continuas interferencias de la reina madre Isabel de Farnesio en los asuntos de Estado, le permitió construir un palacio para mantenerla alejada de la Corte (que en este momento permanecía casi de manera permanente en La Granja de San Ildefonso). Fue así como, siguiendo los deseos de Fernando VI, Isabel de Farnesio mandó construir el palacio en 1751 en un antiguo coto de caza en la provincia de Segovia. El proyecto corrió a cargo del arquitecto de Virgilio Rabaglio, y de la decoración exterior se encargó Pedro Sermini.
Antes de finalizar las obras, el rey Fernando VI murió sin descendencia, por lo que Isabel de Farnesio vio cumplido su deseo y su hijo Carlos III, entonces rey de Nápoles fue llamado para asumir el trono de España. Desapareció, por tanto, la necesidad de trasladarse a Ríofrío. El palacio no se finalizó totalmente y la reina nunca residió en él.
El Palacio fue utilizado por los sucesivos soberanos españoles cuando iban de caza a los bosques de Riofrío. Habitaron el palacio de forma habitual Francisco de Asís de Borbón, rey consorte y marido de Isabel II, que se retiró a Riofrío cansado de las infidelidades de su esposa, y Alfonso XII, durante el duelo por la muerte de su esposa María de las Mercedes.
(Fuente: wikipedia.org)
Palermo Cathedral, Palermo, Sicily, Italy.
Today, Palermo's cathedral is known officially as "Santa Maria Assunta" or Saint Mary of the Assumption. Arab records mention the existence of a large "infidel" temple present on this site when they conquered Palermo in 831. This was turned into the Great Mosque. In early 1072, when the Normans wrested control of Palermo from the Saracens, Count Roger (Roger I) promptly saw to it that the great mosque was reconsecrated as a Christian church. It was in this earlier incarnation of the cathedral that Roger II was crowned in 1130.
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PUYMARTIN, UN CHATEAU HANTE PAR SA DAME BLANCHE
La légende de la Dame Blanche de Puymartin retrace la vie de Thérèse de Saint-Clar qui fut emprisonnée dans la tour nord du château.
En effet au XVIe siècle, Thérèse de Saint-Clar, surprise par son époux de retour de guerre dans les bras de son amant, fut emprisonnée ici. Son mari, jaloux, tua l’amant et l’épouse infidèle fut emprisonnée pendant de nombreuses années. Depuis Puymartin est réputé comme étant un château hanté…
L 'Oratorio del Rosario de Santa Cita est une chapelle située dans le centre historique de Palerme . Il est situé dans la Via Valverde dans le quartier de La Loggia , à côté de l' église de Santa Cita .
La construction du XVIIe siècle a fondé l'homonyme compagnie de Rosario à Santa Cita . Il met l'accent sur l'oratoire du type de motif comme un lieu de rassemblement et de culte avec la fonction liturgique et dans le même temps et de partager avec le contraste architectural distinct entre l'extérieur et l'intérieur bien modeste largement orné. On y accède par une petite porte surmontée d'un bouclier en marbre par un escalier menant au balcon carrelé dominé par deux portails de marbre dans le style Renaissance tardive. Un grand antioratorio, qui expose de nombreux portraits du haut de la société, mène oratorios en classe, entièrement décorée par Giacomo Serpotta entre 1686 et 1718 .
L'oratoire, construit dans le but d'améliorer le fonctionnement de la Vierge dans la lutte entre les chrétiens et les infidèles, confiée à la décoration de la tâche de représenter et de se propager dans une des fins institutionnelles claires et convaincantes à laquelle, en tant que corps religieux, est en charge.
Serpotta, commandée pour décorer stucco la grande salle, il a donné plusieurs anges et angelots des expressions et des positions extrêmement libres et plastiques qui semblent jouer les uns avec les autres, de l' escalade sur le châssis des fenêtres, Peeping par des guirlandes de fleurs, tournant le dos irrévérencieusement . Les cupidons pleurent, dormir, boucle leurs mains autour de ses genoux dans la pensée profonde.
Au centre il y a un très large draperie , soutenu par une foule joyeuse de angelots, où il est représenté l'historique bataille de Lépante , la victoire de la célébration rhétorique Faith (les chrétiens) sur les mécréants (les Turcs musulmans). De chaque côté sont représentés deux jeunes émacié, symbole des horreurs que la guerre peut causer.
Tout autour sont représentés les Mystères du Rosaire à travers une boucle de plastique fin, composé de putti, statues allégoriques et des théâtres. Mystères joyeux (mur de gauche): Annonciation , Visitation , Nativité et Présentation au Temple .
Mystères Douloureux (mur droit): Jésus dans le jardin de Gethsémani , la Flagellation , le Couronnement d'épines et le Calvaire .
Mystères glorieux (en bas de la paroi, à partir du bas à gauche): Résurrection , Ascension , Descente du Saint - Esprit , l' Assomption de Marie , en haut au centre de la « Couronnement de Marie .
Correggio (Antonio Allegri - Correggio, c. 1489 - Correggio, March 5, 1534) - Martyrdom of Saints Placidus, Flavia, Eutychius and Victorinus (c. 1524) - Oil on canvas 157 x 182 cm. - National Gallery of Parma
i quattro martiri sono figli del senatore romano Tertullo, Placido fu uno dei primi discepoli di san Benedetto e, presi gli ordini, se ne andò a Messina, poi raggiunto dalla sorella Flavia e dai fratelli che ne condividono la missione di evangelizzazione, quindi, nella Sicilia aggredita dagli infedeli, per i quattro fratelli non c’è scampo. È l’episodio finale quello prescelto da Correggio e dal suo committente, funzionale a illustrare non solo il sacrificio cristiano, ma anche quello della “difesa della vera fede”, così assolutamente nei tempi e moderna nell’epoca della minaccia luterana da una parte, musulmana dall’altra.
The four martyrs are children of the Roman senator Tertullus, Placidus was one of the first disciples of St. Benedict and, having taken orders, he went to Messina, then joined by his sister Flavia and brothers who share the mission of evangelization, then, in Sicily attacked by the infidels, for the four brothers there is no escape. The final episode is the one chosen by Correggio and his client, functional to illustrate not only the Christian sacrifice, but also that of the "defense of the true faith", so absolutely in the times and modern in the era of the Lutheran threat on one side, Muslim on the other.
The history of coffee dates back to centuries of old oral tradition in Italy Coffee plants grew wild in Yemen and were widely used by nomadic tribes for thousands of years.
Sufi monasteries in Yemen employed coffee as an aid to concentration during prayers. Roasting the seeds was not a way to serve coffee until the 1400s.
The word coffee entered the English language in 1582 via the Dutch koffie, borrowed from the Ottoman Turkish kahve, borrowed in turn from the Arabic qahwah.
Coffee was first introduced to Europe in Hungary when the Turks invaded Hungary at the Battle of Mohács in 1526. Within a year, coffee had reached Vienna by the same Turks who fought the Europeans at the Siege of Vienna (1529).
In the Vatican (Rome, Papal States) Pope Clement VIII was advised to ban coffee, as they believed it represented a threat from infidels. After having tasted it, he named the new drink, declaring that it would be a pity to leave the pleasure of this drink only to infidels.
Gabriel de Clieu brought coffee seedlings to Martinique in the Caribbean in 1720. Those sprouts flourished and 50 years later there were 18,680 coffee trees in Martinique enabling the spread of coffee cultivation to Saint-Domingue (Haiti), Mexico and other islands of the Caribbean. (Source: Wikipedia)
Picture taken in Pozuelo de Alarcón, Madrid, Spain.
UNA TAZA DE CAFE DE COLOR AZUL, 2023
La historia del café se remonta a siglos de tradición oral en Italia. Las plantas de café crecían de forma silvestre en Yemen y fueron ampliamente utilizadas por las tribus nómadas durante miles de años.
Los monasterios sufíes de Yemen empleaban el café como ayuda para la concentración durante las oraciones. Tostar las semillas no era una forma de servir café hasta el siglo XV.
La palabra café ingresó al idioma inglés en 1582 a través del holandés koffie, tomado del turco otomano kahve, tomado a su vez del árabe qahwah.
El café se introdujo por primera vez en Europa en Hungría cuando los turcos invadieron Hungría en la Batalla de Mohács en 1526. En un año, el café había llegado a Viena por los mismos turcos que lucharon contra los europeos en el Sitio de Viena (1529).
En el Vaticano (Roma, Estados Pontificios) se aconsejó al Papa Clemente VIII que prohibiera el café, ya que creían que representaba una amenaza para los infieles. Después de haberlo probado, nombró la nueva bebida, declarando que sería una lástima dejar el placer de esta bebida solo a los infieles.
Gabriel de Clieu trajo plántulas de café a Martinica en el Caribe en 1720. Esos brotes florecieron y 50 años después había 18.680 árboles de café en Martinica, lo que permitió la expansión del cultivo de café a Saint-Domingue (Haití), México y otras islas del Caribe. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
Foto tomada en Pozuelo de Alarcón Madrid, España.
Located in Segovia Spain the Church of the Vera Cruz and the Order of the Holy Sepulcher. Believed by some to be on the site of an earlier Visigoth Church.
"It is a place of power of the few that exist in the Iberian Peninsula. The Templars chose this location on the outskirts of Segovia to build the church of Vera Cruz because it concentrated a telluric force of unknown dimensions.
Built in 1208 in the manner and likeness of that of the Holy Sepulcher of Jerusalem due to its dodecagonal base with three semicircular apses, this religious temple is one of the most unique Spanish Romanesque constructions, which has been declared a National Monument.
That part of the historiography that attributes the creation of the church of the True Cross by the Order of the Temple, coincides in looking for architectural similarities with the Dome of the Rock itself, supposedly the temple of Solomon, in the Holy Land.
Other researchers attribute the construction of the building to the Order of the Holy Sepulcher due to an inscription that exists inside. It is one of the non-touristy places in Segovia par excellence, away from the crowds of the Roman aqueduct or the Alcázar.
Inside the Vera Cruz church there are two floors, the upper part of which the Templars used to pray. There is a stone altar decorated with arches supported by Solomonic columns. The exterior of the temple is austere, with little figurative decoration, something atypical for a church, although it has been restored to be able to be visited by the traveler. It is adorned with flags of the Order of Malta .
With this intention, the traveler has two access doors to Vera Cruz, to the south and to the west. The main one is to the west and is protected with corbels and metopes. The motifs that decorate the capitals of the columns are vegetal and geometric. Visitor's curiosity is awakened by the existence of two small secret rooms that can only be accessed from the outside with ladders. Its function today is still unknown.
It is the only church in the Romanesque style with a circular ring as the inner perimeter (the outside is dodecagonal) to which the bell tower was attached in the 16th century. From the top of it you get a beautiful panoramic view of the city of Segovia. The church is isolated, outside the capital. Stone, untouched by the passage of time.
The twelve sides of the building gather a great load of symbolism that evoke the 12 apostles, the 12 Tribes of Israel, the 12 gates of Jerusalem, but also the 12 signs of the Zodiac and the 12 months of the year. In 1216, Pope Honorius III apparently donated a piece of the lignum crucis to the church for that of the True Cross, a relic that is still preserved today in the parish church of Zamarramala and about which some legends are told.
Among which stands out the one that ensures that only swallows are the only birds that guard the temple after crows and rooks made carrion of a Templar knight killed here at the hands of the infidels.
In 1531 and as a result of the unification of the Order of the Holy Sepulcher with the Order of San Juan, the Segovian religious temple became dependent on the Order of Malta. It was the parish headquarters of the nearby town of Zamarramala until a parish church was built in the village to replace it. Another interesting place to visit the area if you feel like it, without a doubt.
With the confiscation of Mendizábal in 1836, the possessions that the Order of Malta had went up for auction, which resulted in the abandonment and deterioration of the church of the True Cross, which was transformed into a haystack, until King Alfonso XIII declared it a National Monument in 1919.
Then Franco returned the temple to the Order of Malta, already in the middle of the 20th century, an institution that continues to be its owner.A halo of legend and charm surrounds the church of Vera Cruz due to its Templar past. It is said that, under the pavement of the temple, riches amassed by the knights and their buried bodies are accumulated that emit lightning bolts every time someone intends to move the stones of the firm as if they wanted to desecrate their legacy.
What is clear is that it is a place with a strong symbolic charge.
The traveler who, after reading what has been read, has aroused curiosity to visit such a fascinating temple, should know that the visiting hours to the church of Vera Cruz are from 10.30 a.m. to 1.30 p.m. and from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. (until 7 p.m. h in summer) The ticket price is 1.75 euros. On Mondays it is closed to the public. Telephone: 921431475.
The travel plan to Castilla León has to contemplate, for the traveler who is fond of history and the Temple, the trip to the church of Vera Cruz. It is one of the many magical historical places in Spain ."
REF: www.lugaresconhistoria.com/iglesia-de-la-vera-cruz-segovia
Photographed from the Alcazar Segovia Spain
In response to the taking of Acre by the infidels, a small team of Teutonic Knights have infiltrated the city, killing half the Saracen force in their sleep and burning the city to the ground, during the subsequent burning of the city, many Saracen forces deserted and the rest were captured and executed by the remaining knights who stormed the gates afterwards.
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.
The history of coffee dates back to centuries of old oral tradition in Italy Coffee plants grew wild in Yemen and were widely used by nomadic tribes for thousands of years.
Sufi monasteries in Yemen employed coffee as an aid to concentration during prayers. Roasting the seeds was not a way to serve coffee until the 1400s.
The word coffee entered the English language in 1582 via the Dutch koffie, borrowed from the Ottoman Turkish kahve, borrowed in turn from the Arabic qahwah.
Coffee was first introduced to Europe in Hungary when the Turks invaded Hungary at the Battle of Mohács in 1526. Within a year, coffee had reached Vienna by the same Turks who fought the Europeans at the Siege of Vienna (1529).
In the Vatican (Rome, Papal States) Pope Clement VIII was advised to ban coffee, as they believed it represented a threat from infidels. After having tasted it, he named the new drink, declaring that it would be a pity to leave the pleasure of this drink only to infidels.
Gabriel de Clieu brought coffee seedlings to Martinique in the Caribbean in 1720. Those sprouts flourished and 50 years later there were 18,680 coffee trees in Martinique enabling the spread of coffee cultivation to Saint-Domingue (Haiti), Mexico and other islands of the Caribbean. (Source: Wikipedia)
Picture taken in Pozuelo de Alarcón, Madrid, Spain.
UNA TAZA DE CAFE DE COLOR ROSADO, 2023
La historia del café se remonta a siglos de tradición oral en Italia. Las plantas de café crecían de forma silvestre en Yemen y fueron ampliamente utilizadas por las tribus nómadas durante miles de años.
Los monasterios sufíes de Yemen empleaban el café como ayuda para la concentración durante las oraciones. Tostar las semillas no era una forma de servir café hasta el siglo XV.
La palabra café ingresó al idioma inglés en 1582 a través del holandés koffie, tomado del turco otomano kahve, tomado a su vez del árabe qahwah.
El café se introdujo por primera vez en Europa en Hungría cuando los turcos invadieron Hungría en la Batalla de Mohács en 1526. En un año, el café había llegado a Viena por los mismos turcos que lucharon contra los europeos en el Sitio de Viena (1529).
En el Vaticano (Roma, Estados Pontificios) se aconsejó al Papa Clemente VIII que prohibiera el café, ya que creían que representaba una amenaza para los infieles. Después de haberlo probado, nombró la nueva bebida, declarando que sería una lástima dejar el placer de esta bebida solo a los infieles.
Gabriel de Clieu trajo plántulas de café a Martinica en el Caribe en 1720. Esos brotes florecieron y 50 años después había 18.680 árboles de café en Martinica, lo que permitió la expansión del cultivo de café a Saint-Domingue (Haití), México y otras islas del Caribe. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
Foto tomada en Pozuelo de Alarcón Madrid, España.
The Sanctuary
The building currently known as The Sanctuary was once within the precincts of Westminster Abbey.
The Sanctuary takes its name from the right of sanctuary offered to anyone passing within its confines, a right founded by Edward the Confessor. This invitation was not extended to traitors, ‘infidels’, or those who committed sacrilege; nor was it extended to those of the Jewish faith. The nobler refugees resided within the walls, while the commoner sort lived in tenements forming small colonies.
The wall bordering the two precincts held the gatehouse, one of two entrances to the Abbey. It also formed Gatehouse Prison. Convicts being transported to the prison could therefore easily gain access to the Abbey and resultant safety. The refugees were primarily bankrupts, debtors and common thieves – offenders against property therefore especially hated by the trading community.
The area immediately at the West Door of the Abbey (our precise location) was the laundry area for the monks’ dirty washing. How ironic that the future occupants should be solicitors and bankers.
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.
La Sirenita se encuentra en la Bahía del Puerto de Copenhague. Mide 1,65 metros, pesa 175 kilos y está realizada con bronce fundido. La Sirenita es un homenaje al cuento homónimo que escribió Hans Cristian Andersen y representa a su protagonista. La réplica del Parque Europa es una reproducción a escala real de la que existe en Copenhague. También conocida como “la pequeña señora del mar” la Sirenita se convirtió en el lugar de reunión de los marineros que pasaban por Copenhague. Cuenta la leyenda que allí acudían los marineros para confesar las infidelidades que habían tenido durante sus viajes y aliviar su conciencia.
Al fondo: El Puente de la Torre de Londres que fue inaugurado en 1894. En aquel momento, era el puente más innovador y sofisticado que existía en la época, ya que su paso inferior, por donde discurre la carretera, se puede elevar hasta 80º grados y permite el paso de barcos y cruceros. Anteriormente el puente se abría unas 50 veces al día, mientras que ahora sólo lo hace 900 veces al año. Sus dos torres miden 65 metros de altura y en su construcción se utilizaron 12.000 toneladas de acero.
Las Xanas, denominadas hadas de las aguas, son espíritus de la Naturaleza con forma de mujer de gran belleza, con largos cabellos rubios que custodian grandes tesoros, es una especie de ninfas que viven en las fuentes, en las cuevas y en las riberas de los cursos de agua, ven el amanecer y el anochecer.
En Asturias a la mujer hermosa y hacendosa se la compara con una Xana y en las fiestas de los Centros Asturianos repartidos por el mundo y otras localidades, el término de Reina es sustituido por Xana. Se cree que protegen los amores y castigan la infidelidad de los amantes.
www.senderismoenasturias.es/lasxanas.htm
Envejecemos cuando nos sentimos sombra de lo que fuimos; también cuando nos convencemos de que somos el negativo de una foto a todo color que nunca llegamos a mostrar
FELIZ DÍA A TODO@S
I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks--who had a genius, so to speak, for SAUNTERING, which word is beautifully derived from "idle people who roved about the country in the Middle Ages and asked charity under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre," to the Holy Land, until the children exclaimed, "There goes a Sainte-Terrer" -- a Saunterer, a Holy-Lander. They who never go to the Holy Land in their walks as they pretend are indeed mere idlers and vagabonds; but they who do go there are saunterers in the good sense, such as I mean. Some, however, would derive the word from "sans terre," without land or a home, which, therefore, in the good sense, will mean, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere. For this is the secret of successful sauntering. He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea. But I prefer the first, which, indeed, is the most probable derivation. For every walk is a sort of crusade, preached by some Peter the Hermit in us, to go forth and reconquer this Holy Land from the hands of the Infidels.
-- Henry David Thoreau
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.
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Hay muchos ejemplares de gente en esta vida.......el bueno, el feo, el malo y dicen que detrás de cada hombre hay una especie de mujer.
Se me ocurre que detrás de los buenos siempre habrá una buena y gran mujer ...Mientras que el malo necesitará tener tras de sí.... el ejemplar de cornuda consentida.....que le perdone todas sus malas acciones e infidelidades...
Y con esto queda zanjado el tema del peliculón ...se cierra el telón
....y a vivir que son dos días!! y a disfrutar de la buena gente que me acompaña y de la nobleza de los delfines.
Gracias amig@s por estar siempre ahí. ;-)
María.-
El clavel es una flor, que en sueños simboliza amor, cuya calidad (según la creencia popular sin respaldo científico) depende del color con el cual se lo sueñe. Si es amarillo… ¡cuidado!!! Ese amor vendría acompañado de celos, desconfianza o infidelidad.
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Gracias por pasar!!!
Photo of me in the ruins of Diriyah in 1985. Located on the northwestern outskirts of the Saudi capital, Riyadh. Diriyah was the original home of the Saudi royal family, and served as the capital of the Emirate of Diriyah under the first Saudi dynasty from 1727 to 1818. The ruins of the old city of Diriyah lay on either side of the narrow valley known as Wadi Hanifa, which continues southwards through Riyadh and beyond. It consisting almost entirely of mud-brick structures, the ruins are divided into three districts. Part of the city wall, runs along the edges of the wadi and is also made of mud bricks
The history of Diriyah proper dates back to the 15th century. According to the chroniclers of Nejd, the city was founded in 1446–47 by Mani' Al-Muraydi, an ancestor of the Saudi royal family. Initially, Mani' and his clan, known as the Mrudah, settled in Ghusaybah and Al-Mulaybeed . The entire settlement was named Al-Dir'iyah, after Mani's benefactor Ibn Dir'.
At that time, Muhammad ibn Saud emerged from a struggle within the ruling family of Al-Diriyah, the Al Miqrin, a descendant of Mani', and became the emir, or ruler, of Al-Diriyah.Ibn Saud agreed to implement al-Wahhabi religious views, and what later became known as the First Saudi State, with its capital at Diriyah, the Saudis' conquest of the holy cities of Mecca and Medina drew the ire of the Ottoman Empire, the major Islamic power at the time, which led to the Ottoman-Saudi War of 1811–1818 and an invasion of Arabia by the Ottoman Empire and Egyptian forces. They brought the Saudi state to an end in 1818, with Diriyah capitulating after a nearly-year-long siege.
El estrecho de Gibraltar siempre ha sido origen de muchas leyendas que han intentado explicar su existencia. Se trata de la pequeña franja de mar que une el Mediterráneo con el Atlántico y que separa África de Europa.
Al Norte de Marruecos se alza el monte Musa, o más conocido como Yebel Musa, cuya figura hace que tenga otro nombre, más popular y conocido que ha llegado hasta nuestros días. Se trata de la Montaña de la Mujer Muerta, y este nombre tan curioso tiene una explicación
Si se ve desde determinado punto, el monte se asemeja a una mujer tumbada, de manera que se puede ver la cara de la mujer, con su frente, los ojos, la nariz y la barbilla, junto con el cuello y el resto de cuerpo, que parece tumbado. Más que muerta, parece dormida.
Cuenta la leyenda que Hércules, el semidios griego, se enfureció tras una infidelidad de su amada, así que tomó en una mano el peñón de Gibraltar y en la otra el monte Hacho y con fuerza, consiguió separar ambos continentes y creando el estrecho. A su amada la convirtió en piedra y es lo que hoy forma ese característico monte.
Está ubicado al oeste de Ceuta, en la población de Bell-iunech y forma parte de las últimas estribaciones de la Sierra del Rif. Tiene una altura de 851 metros sobre el nivel del mar y se puede ver con facilidad desde Ceuta.
Correggio (Antonio Allegri - Correggio, c. 1489 - Correggio, March 5, 1534) - Martyrdom of Saints Placidus, Flavia, Eutychius and Victorinus (c. 1524) - Oil on canvas 157 x 182 cm. - National Gallery of Parma
i quattro martiri sono figli del senatore romano Tertullo, Placido fu uno dei primi discepoli di san Benedetto e, presi gli ordini, se ne andò a Messina, poi raggiunto dalla sorella Flavia e dai fratelli che ne condividono la missione di evangelizzazione, quindi, nella Sicilia aggredita dagli infedeli, per i quattro fratelli non c’è scampo. È l’episodio finale quello prescelto da Correggio e dal suo committente, funzionale a illustrare non solo il sacrificio cristiano, ma anche quello della “difesa della vera fede”, così assolutamente nei tempi e moderna nell’epoca della minaccia luterana da una parte, musulmana dall’altra.
The four martyrs are children of the Roman senator Tertullus, Placidus was one of the first disciples of St. Benedict and, having taken orders, he went to Messina, then joined by his sister Flavia and brothers who share the mission of evangelization, then, in Sicily attacked by the infidels, for the four brothers there is no escape. The final episode is the one chosen by Correggio and his client, functional to illustrate not only the Christian sacrifice, but also that of the "defense of the true faith", so absolutely in the times and modern in the era of the Lutheran threat on one side, Muslim on the other.
Il existe à Tonnerre, petite ville de la Bourgogne, une source nommée la Fosse-Yonne(sic), située dans le quartier vieux de la ville; elle coule au pied d'une montagne effondrée, qui la domine à une hauteur de 60 m. Prise comme dans un fer à cheval, elle débouche sur une rue étroite qu'habitent les tonneliers de la localité. Quelques maisons, incrustées comme des nids d'hirondelles au flanc circulaire du mont, donnent à ce point de la ville une physionomie des plus originales. Les bords de la Fosse-Yonne sont habituellement fréquentés par les pauvres femmes de l'endroit qui viennent y laver leur linge.
Mais ce qui frappe les regards, mais ce qui confond l'esprit, c'est la couleur étrange de ses eaux, c'est leur profondeur. L'eau de la Fosse Yonne est positivement bleue, d'un bleu vulgaire-ment connu sous le nom de bleu de roi. Hiver comme été, elle est toujours la même; rien ne la trouble, rien ne la change, rien ne la détériore. On y jette vainement la sonde ; la sonde plonge et descend toujours, toujours sans jamais atteindre le fond, sans y rencontrer un obstacle, un point d'appui. Où va tomber la pierre que le passant curieux pousse du pied dans la Fosse Yonne ? C'est le secret du Diable.
Toutefois, voici ce que l'on raconte sur la couleur fantastique de ses eaux et sur sa profondeur mystérieuse.
II
Le 13 juillet, l'an sept centième de l'ère chrétienne, un cavalier noir, portant à son casque un panache rouge comme le foyer d'une forge, entrait, monté sur une cavale blanche, dans la petite ville de Tonnerre.
Il descendait au grand galop la gorge de la côte qui verse dans la ville ; le soleil brillait, les oiseaux chantaient. Les naseaux de l'animal flambaient comme une fournaise, ses prunelles luisaient comme des charbons ardents, et ses flancs fondaient en eau, déchirés par les larges éperons d'or du mystérieux cavalier.
Au galop impétueux de l'animal, un petit garçon nommé Pierre, s'était élancé curieusement sur le bord de la route ; il promenait ses grands yeux tout ébahis sur le beau cavalier, quand celui-ci lui cria:
- Enfant, ma jument a soif, indique-nous la source la plus voisine.
- Là-bas, sur la gauche, répondit aussitôt l'enfant, indiquant la Fosse-Yonne du doigt et du geste, vous trouverez là.
Le cavalier piqua sa cavale blanche et se dirigea vers la source ; à peine avait--il fait quelque pas, qu'une énorme valise qu'il portait en croupe se creva. Pierre, qui suivait le cavalier des yeux, vit tomber, rouler et s'éparpiller sur la route une quantité de jolis sous luisants et neufs. Pierre courut les ramasser, observant bien si personne ne le voyait emplir ses poches des sous que ce grand et beau seigneur perdait.
Personne ne le vit. L'enfant rentra chez lui riche comme un Crésus, inquiet et dissimulé comme un avare.
La peur du châtiment est la conscience des mauvais sujets, une fois certains qu'ils n'auront pas les oreilles tirées, ils s'endorment dessus avec la sérénité du juste. Par cette raison peu concluante que le village ignorait son larcin, Pierre crut ce bien acquis, bien acquis. Le petit drôle connaissait déjà ce dicton : « Péché caché est à moitié pardonné ». Il le corrigea même par TOUT A FAIT pardonné.
Quant au vigneron EVRAT, nul doute que s'il eût connu l'action peu délicate de monsieur son fils, suivant l'usage en vigueur dans le pays, une rude poignée de boulin emmanchée au bout du bras paternel aurait daubé d'importance sur le derrière compromis de notre jeune larron. Pierre échappa donc à la correction paternelle ; mais le Diable s'en mêlant, le malheureux fut bien autrement châtié.
III
Le lendemain, il devait y avoir grande fête à Tonnerre. Pierre se promet de tirer bon parti de sa fortune et de s'en donner à coeur joie. Le jour vint ; voilà notre gamin parti. La première rencontre qu'il fit fut celle d'un oiseleur qui revenait des champs, un nid de fauvette entre les mains :
- Oiseleur, combien ce nid ? dit l'enfant à cet homme, avec l'aplomb suffisant d'un gros capitaliste.
L'oiseleur dit son prix. L'enfant s'empara du nid et paya sans marchan-der ; la jeunesse est prodigue. A peine ces pauvres oiselets avaient-ils du duvet. Cependant, comme Pierre longeait la haie du chemin, une fauvette vint battre des ailes autour de lui, caquetant avec colère. C'était la mère malheureuse de la couvée orpheline que Pierre emportait tout triomphant. Aux cris de la fauvette, voilà toute la nitée, jusqu'au culot, qui prend sa volée par les airs à la suite de la mère qui les guide en chantant. L'acheteur resta confondu.
Les enfants ne réfléchissent pas sur la nature de leurs impressions. Ces oiseaux qui s'envolaient sans plumes ne lui parurent pas un motif suffisant pour attirer son attention. Il n'y avait là, selon lui, qu'une chose indifférente et peu miraculeuse. Il avait donc oublié les pauvres oiseaux, lorsque le jardinier de l'enclos voisin vint à passer. Cet homme allait offrir des fleurs aux dames du château.
- Combien ce bouquet, bonhomme ? lui cria l'enfant ; et de suite il en fit emplette. Ce gros bouquet va bellement contenter notre mère, pensait-il. Cette pensée était d'un gentil garçon, mais comme il passait sur la route, à la même place où il avait ramassé ses sous, voilà que pivoines, roses, pervenches, oeillets, lis, s'effeuillent et tombent fanés à ses pieds, roulant à tout vent, comme des feuilles sèches.
- Cet homme nous a volé, murmura l'enfant, jetant loin de lui les tiges brûlées entre ses mains.
Comment comprendre, en effet, qu'il en pût être autrement ? Assurément, s'il y avait là un fripon, ce ne pouvait être M. Pierre !
En ce moment, un aveugle allait, conduit par un caniche vieux et grave. L'homme chantait d'une voix lamentable un Noël du temps ; le chien implorait du regard la pitié des paysans.
M. Pierre jugea que c'était le moment d'user de sa fortune avec magnificence, en bon riche. Il étendit donc la main pour déposer quelques sous dans la sébile que le chien tenait entre ses dents.
L'animal détourna la tête, et l'aveugle s'écria :
- Enfant, le ciel ne nous permet pas d'accepter ton aumône.
- ces pauvres sont bien fiers, murmura notre jeune Crésus.
Et comme il continuait sa route, quelques pièces de monnaie tombèrent de sa poche à terre, sans qu'il s'en aperçût.
- Enfant ! lui cria l'aveugle, tu perds des sous.
A cet avertissement du pauvre homme, Pierre, un peu troublé, ramassa ses sous en silence. Son action de la veille lui traversa l'esprit, c'était une avant-garde du remords. Le pauvre continua son chemin. Cependant Pierre, voulant absolument faire partager sa fortune, car il avait bon coeur, courut assembler quelques camarades. I1 les conduisit dans la boutique d'un pâtissier pour les bien régaler. Les voilà à même les gâteaux, mangeant d'un appétit vorace, en vrais gloutons et comme gens peu habitués à se trouver à pareille fête. La friandise aiguisant la gourmandise, Dieu sait les biscuits, les croquets et les tartes qui y passèrent ! La bande vorace une fois rassasiée, M. Pierre paya la carte généreusement ; puis l'on s'éparpilla dans les herbes de la prairie voisine, le museau tout sucré et barbouillé de raisiné.
Mais pourquoi ces contorsions, ces grimaces, ces cris ? Les malheureux sont pris d'affreuses coliques, ils ont les entrailles en feu ; c'est comme un tison de l'enfer qui les dévore. Pierre les regarde d'un oeil étonné ; lui seul ne ressent rien de l'accident général ; heureux celui dont les bretelles ne sont pas fixées irrévocablement à la ceinture de la culotte ! heureux l'habile à s'en débarrasser ! Mais, hélas ! plus d'un le fut aussi de ses tourments secrets. Pierre qui, voyant souffrir ses petits amis, voulait pleurer, se mit à rire, à rire et tellement fort, que les autres le regardèrent avec colère, le soupçonnant de quelque mauvais tour. Ils s'éloignèrent de lui, remplis de terreur, en criant : « Au sorcier ! au sorcier ! Il nous a empoisonnés avec des gâteaux maudits, il aura vendu son âme au Diable !... »
- Voyez-vous les ingrats ! se disait Pierre en lui-même. Il s'éloigna avec mélanco-lie. Sur son chemin, il rencontra des jeunes gens qui jouaient à croix ou pile sur la place de l'Eglise. Ils jouaient de l'argent, le pire des enjeux. Pierre, faisant sonner ses sous, se proposa pour être de la partie. On l'admit au cercle de cette académie des rues. Ce fut prodigieux avec quel bonheur il gagna ! avec quelle rapidité il emplit ses poches ! Ce bonheur obstiné commença à devenir suspect à quelques joueurs, peu satisfaits de voir leur monnaie infidèle leur échapper si facilement. Voilà tout à coup qu'un grand bêta nasille, traînant la voix et tirant de l'oeil :
- Le gars nous a volés.
- Bah ! répondirent les malins, c'est le hasard qui l'a protégé.
On sait que le hasard est le patron des joueurs, mais le grand benêt aux cheveux plats et roux, et dont les bras pendaient collés le long du corps comme des manches de chemise au bout desquelles on aurait mis du plomb, se jeta sur l'enfant avec l'agilité d'une bête sauvage, lui arracha un sou des mains, et fit voir à ses camarades stupéfaits que les sous de M. Pierre étaient pile des deux côtés ; comme l'enfant jouait toujours sur la pile, toujours il gagnait.
Ce fut alors une véritable tempête de vociférations.
- Rends-nous notre argent, coquin !
- Tu seras pendu, scélérat ! hurlait la foule ameutée, les intéressés par dépit, les non intéressés pour donner dans le pays une bonne opinion de leur probité. On ne saurait douter de la probité de quiconque crie : au voleur ! Pierre avait donc à ses trousses l'hypocrisie et l'intérêt. Cepen-dant, il en fut quitte pour quelques mottes de terre au milieu des reins, suivies de plusieurs coups de gaule à travers les jambes. Pierre fit le tour de la ville, l'âme en proie aux plus vives terreurs.
Quand il fut seul, il se prit à trembler de tous ses membres, ses dents claquaient, il commençait à réfléchir sur les événements de la journée, sans toutefois s'en expliquer la cause.
Il était près de six heures, lors-qu'une faim terrible, une sorte de faimvalle s'empara de son estomac : la soif lui brûla la gorge, le sommeil lui sema du gravier plein les yeux. Il entra chez un boulanger. Quand il voulut mordre dans le morceau de pain qu'il venait d'acheter, il lui sembla qu'il mordait à même dans un morceau de craie. Il rejeta le pain avec dégoût. Apercevant une ferme, il y entra pour boire un peu de lait ; à peine l'eut-il porté à ses lèvres qu'il se prit à vomir. Il lui sembla qu'il buvait du vinaigre. Un soupir souleva sa poitrine. Quand il voulut s'étendre à terre pour y goûter un peu de sommeil, il ne put fermer la paupière ; il lui sembla qu'il était couché parmi des sous entassés sur champ ; il se leva avec tristesse.
Comme il longeait le buisson où, le matin, il avait rencontré l'oiseleur, il entendit des petites fauvettes qui chan-taient :
- Petit voleur ! petit voleur ! Fuyez vite ! vite ! vite !
Pierre courba la tête et passa rapidement.
Comme il regagnait la route où les fleurs du vieux jardinier s'étaient effeuil-lées, toutes leurs pétales s'étaient groupées sur la place où le cavalier noir avait laissé tomber ses sous, et formaient de leurs couleurs, vivifiées par le souffle du soir, ce mot terrible :
- Voleur !
Pierre se cacha le visage de ses deux mains. Il rencontra l'aveugle et son chien : à son aspect l'animal quitta la sébile et se mit à hurler.
- Enfant, dit l'aveugle à Pierre, il y a quelqu'un quelque part qui n'est pas content de toi...
Pierre comprit qu'une main mystérieuse le frappait. Il se prit à trem-bler. En ce moment deux archers, qui entraient au grand galop dans la ville de Tonnerre, le glaçaient d'épouvante.
- On sait tout, pensa l'enfant. Le monde lui parut trop petit pour le cacher aux regards des soldats. C'est alors qu'il se dirigea vers la Fosse-Yonne pour s'y précipiter.
IV
Au moment où Pierre arrivait à la source, deux personnages l'y avaient devancé : l'un était le cavalier de la veille, embusqué derrière un buisson avec sa cavale blanche. Qu'attendait-il ? Une victime : le malheureux Pierre.
Le second personnage était un vieil-lard à barbe blanche et vêtu d'une robe de laine blanche. Il était occupé à laver ses pieds poudreux dans l'eau claire de la fontaine, un long bâton d'apôtre était couché près de lui sur un manteau bleu déposé à terre.
Pierre arrivait, fondant en larmes. Il jeta dans la Fosse Yonne tous les sous qui lui restaient. Quels furent son étonnement et sa frayeur !
Les effigies de ces sous diaboliques se mirent à regarder l'enfant, en roulant sur lui des yeux énormes ; puis ces regards fascinateurs l'attiraient, l'atti-raient.
Il s'élançait dans les ondes de la source, quand le vieillard l'arrêta, lui disant :
- Que faites-vous, mon fils ?
Le vieillard regardait l'enfant avec bonté. Le pauvre petit se sentit sauvé. Il raconta tout. Ce vieillard était un de ceux qui pensent qu'il n'y a point de petites peines lorsque l'âme est troublée. Ce bon vieillard lui tendit les bras avec tendresse.
Pierre s'y précipita, plein de confiance : il avait trouvé un père miséri-cordieux.
Le cavalier noir frappait la terre du sol avec impatience.
- Dieu vous pardonne, mon enfant ! dit le vieillard ; il a vu votre repentir.
- Hélas, balbutia le malheureux Pierre, ces méchants sous, comme ils me regar-dent ! J'ai peur !
Et l'enfant cachait son visage dans ses mains. Ce que voyant, l'évêque Pallade, car c'était lui, le saint homme, courut à son manteau, et, comme un bon père qui cache les défauts de ses enfants, il le jeta dans la source, sur les sous accusateurs ; alors la source prit tout à coup la couleur bleu sombre du mante.m. qu'elle a conservée depuis.
L'enfant tomba à genoux. En moment l'horloge de l'église qui domine la côte compta six heures. L'Angélus sonna. L'évêque fit un signe de croix. A ce son de la cloche, à ce signe de croix de l'évêque, le cavalier s'élança de son embuscade, hurla d'affreux blasphèmes, plongea dans la source avec sa cavale blanche, et disparut. La source bouillonna longtemps.
Quand les flots furent calmés, la Fosse-Yonne n'avait plus de sable. Le fond de son bassin venait d'être emporté à tout jamais dans les abîmes de l'enfer.
Depuis, on y jette vainement la sonde.
- Mon enfant, dit alors le saint évêque au petit Pierre, les sous que vous avez ramassés hier, sur la grande route, étaient maudits : ces sous étaient les sous du Diable !
Gardez-en le souvenir, et rappelez- vous que dans toutes les occasions de la vie
« Bien mal acquis ne profite jamais ». Et que « Péché caché n'est jamais pardonné »
Savinien LAPOINTE
La légende des « Sous du Diable est issue d'un ouvrage de contes rédigé par le poète-cordonnier Savinien LAPOINTF. Nous en ignorons la provenance. Elle est peut être née tout simplement de l'inspiration du conteur sénonais. On ne peut que souscrire à la remarque exprimée par BÉRANGER dans la préface de l'ouvrage : « ... ces contes charmants auxquels je ne fais qu'un reproche, c'est de ne pas s'être produits en plus grand nombre » (46). Nous ignorons si le volume deuxième qui devait prolonger le précédent a été ou non publié. Savinien LAPOINTE est un poète-ouvrier né à Sens en 1812. Bien qu'éprouvé par une cruelle épreuve familiale dans sa jeunesse, le jeune Savinien embrasse l'état de son père : il sera cordonnier. Il traverse la Révolution de 1848, aux côtés des émeutiers et, pris les armes à la main, manque d'être passé par les armes. Après son mariage, il publie ses premiers essais poétiques dans la Ruche Populaire (47). Remarqué par LAMENNAIS, BÉRANGER et Eugène SUE, Savinien LAPOINTE publiera un volume d'odes poétiques : « Il était une fois », ainsi que des « Mémoires sur BÉRANGER » qu'il considérait comme son père spirituel, et un recueil de contes auquel nous avons emprunté le récit des « Sous du Diable ». Savinien LAPOINTE est décédé à Soucy le 29 décembre 1893 et repose dans le cimetière communal de cette localité sénonaise (48)
Source: "LES EAUX MERVEILLEUSES DU TONNERROIS"
Pierre MILLAT
Tiré à part du bulletin n°11; année 1997
édité par l'association des Amis de la Chapelle de Villeneuve-aux-Riches-Hommes
Notes:
(46) Savinien LAPOINTE - « II était une fois... » - Contes illustrés de 130 dessins de Henri PILLE - pp. 117-128 - Editions Alphonse LEMERRE, éditeur - Paris - 20 septembre 1886. Cette version a également été reprise dans une édition populaire.
d° - Jean PUISSANT, ouvrage cité, renvoi note 3bis, a reproduit cette légende en indiquant que « cette légende a été racontée aussi par Savinien LAPOINTE dans son livre: « i! était une fois... » - pp. 163-169:
(47) Eugène SUE - Préface de l'ouvrage de Savinien LAPOINTE : « Une voix d'en bas», rédigée le 22 août 1844 - pp. I-XXXVII. Paris - s.d. (1844 ?).
(48) Etienne DODET - « Rue Savinien-Lapointe ; la mémoire d'un poète-ouvrier » - L'Yonne Républicaine - Edition du 30 octobre 1986.
d° - Bernard LEGER, Professeur d'Histoire au Lycée Polyvalent Régional de Sens a présenté une communication sur Savinien LAPOINTE à la séance de la Société Archéologique de Sens du mardi 7 octobre 1986.
Furieuse d'y avoir surpris son amant avec une autre demoiselle, la fée Morgane se vengea en jetant sur le Val sans retour un enchantement qui emprisonne les amants infidèles. Seul un chevalier n'ayant jamais été infidèle, Lancelot, pourra lever l'enchantement du Val sans retour
« Il est des lieux qu’on ne présente pas, tant il est préférable de les laisser parler d’eux-mêmes. Mieux que personne, ils savent dévoiler leur visage et s’éclairer aux visiteurs avisés qui prennent le soin de les découvrir. »
Extrait d’un texte publié dans le topo-guide Brocéliande à pied édité par la FFRP
** J'te parlerai comme jamais tu ne parles à ta mère
Tu me seras redevable si je te paie un verre
J't'harcèle avec dix potes juste pour avoir ton numéro
Il faudra que tu sois gentille si je t'emmène au restau'
Si tu me dis "non" j'te ferai changer d'avis
J'te foutrai la misère, j'te pourrirai la vie
J'ferai selon mon orgueil, selon mes envies
J'te dirai qu't'es la seule, je te ferai sentir unique
J'regarderai le foot, toi tu feras la vaisselle
Je t'enverrai bien t'faire foutre quand tu me feras une scène
Si j't'achète une chaîne, deviendras-tu ma chienne?
Je te serai infidèle mais tu reviendras quand même
Si j'étais un homme, si on inversait les rôles
Je soulèverai ta robe, garderais-tu le contrôle?
Si j'étais un homme, si on échangeait de peau
Je t'appellerai "salope", me tournerais-tu le dos?J'te parlerai comme jamais tu ne parles à ta mère
Tu me seras redevable si je te paie un verre
J't'harcèle avec dix potes juste pour avoir ton numéro
Il faudra que tu sois gentille si je t'emmène au restau'
Si tu me dis "non" j'te ferai changer d'avis
J'te foutrai la misère, j'te pourrirai la vie
J'ferai selon mon orgueil, selon mes envies
J'te dirai qu't'es la seule, je te ferai sentir unique
J'regarderai le foot, toi tu feras la vaisselle
Je t'enverrai bien t'faire foutre quand tu me feras une scène
Si j't'achète une chaîne, deviendras-tu ma chienne?
Je te serai infidèle mais tu reviendras quand même
Si j'étais un homme, si on inversait les rôles
Je soulèverai ta robe, garderais-tu le contrôle?
Si j'étais un homme, si on échangeait de peau
Je t'appellerai "salope", me tournerais-tu le dos? **
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Two YoLo-2s practicing maneuvers over the coasts around Mdogo's regional capital of Mdogola, 1942.
The wildly unreliable jet-propulsion systems used on the LoLs-260 and its CAS conversion, the 260-U, were found undesirable for general-purpose use and only given to elite pilots. However, this left a large gap in the rest of Wahaya's military - most fighters were incapable of carrying sufficient munitions for effective ground support.
Thus an opportunity was opened for an international competition between various companies, and the victor came from an unlikely place - Tongoria.
The White Tongorians of Priamurye need any source of income they can get, and the sale of designs for the Yogvich-2 to the world's richest empire, Makhutukufu, was no problem to them. The design was modified by Logambe, Wahaya's premier aircraft manufacturer, to suit the dry coastal environment of Bistralis. Highly survivable and made for mass-production, the YoLo-2 is sure to support any Wahayan ground operations against the many dæmons and infidels on Bistralis.
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This image started with a photograph I took at the Detroit Institute of Arts of a painting by Bernardino Luini. While it is not an illustration for the text below it seemed like a fittingly evocative image.
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Every week I receive an email from Judy Peterson, the campus pastor at the University where I teach: an invitation to the weekly chapel service. These invitations are accompanied by the text of the message she will be giving in chapel. I found the one she sent today to be a particularly meaningful call to peace making. It follows below.
The early church, consisting of a small band of Jesus followers held very little social power and because of their convictions about the Prince of Peace outright refused to pick up weapons to “enhance” their message. Their audacious hope of bringing the whole world to faith in Jesus Christ as the true Son of God, was rooted in their belief that Jesus was the Way, the Truth and the Life and that if Jesus was simply lifted up through their life and actions that people would be drawn to him.
And according to the book of Acts this is precisely what happened. Early followers made peace across well held social divides and people were drawn to the One who laid down his life to reconcile the world back to God. Early followers were generous on every occasion and people were drawn to the Jesus who fed the masses. The early followers loved their enemies and people were drawn to the Prince of Peace. Early followers lifted up Jesus and people were drawn.
But there came a time when the early followers were no longer a small group, a time when they began to acquire social power and not long after, the military force to go along with it. They remained convinced that Jesus was the Christ and still believed that the whole world should honor him as the true Son of God. However, the truth is, their lives didn’t live this truth and they became less and less convincing to those around them and so the threat of punishment for those who did not believe entered into the dialogue. First, the threat of hell, which in the beginning was had never been mentioned as part of the “good news”, soon after the threat of excommunication and the withholding of grace, and finally and ingloriously the threat of death to those who refused to convert.
Jesus calls us to lift him up through our lives and that he will draw people to himself. This drawing will not require coercion or force because a life lived in witness to Jesus is always good news to those who witness it.
Throughout the history of the world religion after religion, including Christianity has lost or misplaced, at least for a season, their commitment to live out their faith. And conviction of truth, without commitment to life has always led to the death or oppression of those who do not believe similarly.
Today in Chapel we honor the 100-year anniversary of the Armenian Massacre. Before the Nazi's slaughtered 6 million Jews, before the Khmer Rouge killed 1.7 million of their fellow Cambodians, before Rwandan Hutus killed 800,000 ethnic Tutsis, the Armenians of Turkey endured mass slaughter at the hands of the Ottoman Turks. An estimated 1.5 million people, Armenians, Ionian and Pontic Greeks as well as Christian Assyrians, died at the hands of the Ottoman Empire. Able-bodied men were rounded up and either executed or conscripted into forced labor. Women, children, the elderly and infirm were led on death marches to the Syrian desert, deprived of food and water and subjected to periodic robbery, rape, and massacre.
The Armenian people, who were predominantly followers of Jesus Christ, had lived in relative peace with their Muslim neighbors for centuries. Although the Armenian Christians were not considered equal there was little violent conflict. But the political chaos of WW1 and the power struggles that followed included the targeting the Armenian Christians for extermination by the Ottoman Turks who sought to cleanse their Empire of infidels. And history testified once again that when religion joins hands with military might that death and oppression of the “infidel” usually follows.
And so today, as our world falls once again into increasing political chaos with the power struggles that follow, may those of us who follow Jesus Christ recommit to lifting him up, not through the testing of others’ doctrine and fidelity but through the way we live our lives. May we be followers who make peace across well held social divides so that people will come to know the One who laid down his life to reconcile the world back to God. May we be generous on every occasion so that people will be drawn to the Jesus who fed the masses. May we be followers who love our enemies so that the world will be drawn to the Prince of Peace.
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I find out by chance about a procession “that is not marked on the web maps”, I can’t find anything about it even though I searched for a long time on the Internet, and yet the “report” seems true, a procession so little known is something I can’t let slip, I’ll go, then we’ll see; the procession, a mix of devotion and deep respect between the priest and the villagers, is there, it is celebrated in the village near Novara di Sicilia, called Badiavecchia, and “the Saint” is Saint Hugh the Abbott, patron saint of the village and of Novara di Sicilia itself. Personally, I am always fascinated by how events that happened centuries ago remain alive in popular devotion. In the film “Gladiator”, General Maximus Decimus Meridius (Russell Crowe) incites his legionaries against the barbarians in one scene and says, “What we do in life echoes in eternity!”, and this is exactly what happens with Sicilian religious processions and festivals. The celebrated Saints resemble an inexhaustible echo that reverberates in popular traditions. The story of Saint Hugh the Abbot (or Saint Hugh of Novara of Sicily) deserves an important historical preview, with Roger II, king of Sicily, (called the Norman), a unique figure especially if compared to his time, he was an enlightened and liberal king, who distinguished himself in the political panorama of those times, where massacring each other with the many wars seemed to be the only interest of the tyrants of the time; he was not interested in wars, Sicily under his guidance became a commercially and culturally flourishing island, also favored in this by its location in the center of the Mediterranean, a crossroads-hinge of three continents, between North and South, between East and West; the rest of the continent is at war against the infidels, Roger II instead welcomed all religions on the island, leaving freedom of worship to one's own god, thus a peaceful coexistence between Muslims and Christians is achieved, at the court of King Roger there are men of culture, intellectuals, even of Muslim origin, architects, masters of the arts and science, philosophy and politics; the three great cultures of the Mediterranean collaborated with each other, in Sicily the racial harmony and tolerance of King Roger, materialized in a unique reality present only in the his Sicily, which will last only 64 years, a happy period that will end with his death: Roger had demonstrated that an alternative was possible (this consideration is also valid for the terrible current events ...). This is to introduce Ugo (who was not yet a Saint in his lifetime), King Roger II wanted the construction of a monastery in Novara di Sicilia, begun in 1137, to be completed, and to do this he asked the abbot of Chiaravalle to send his monks (belonging to the Cistercian order) to the kingdom of Sicily. Ugo, a disciple of Saint Bernard of Chiaravalle, was among these monks, and he was entrusted with the management of the monastery; he died in Novara di Sicilia on November 17, but the year of his death is unknown; he was proclaimed patron saint of Novara di Sicilia in 1666, also becoming patron saint of the village of Badiavecchia. The procession I photographed was held in Badiavecchia, two things struck me, the relationship that existed between the priest Father Mario and his parishioners, a sincere relationship, of esteem, of brotherhood, comparable to that which can be experienced in a large extended family, the second thing, that unlike many processions-patron saint festivals, here there was no musical band, but a skilled violinist, followed by a collaborator who carried with her an amplified speaker, which served to spread and the poignant music made with the electronic violin, and the words of Don Mario amplified with a microphone, words that were said going to the various small neighborhoods (of Badiavecchia, and of Vallancazza, another village) stopping in front of the houses, with the parishioners listening at the door or in front of the windows, listening to the words of comfort said by Don Mario. I wanted to “tell with images” this very sweet procession, made above all with the heart, of a Sicily that has the appearance of a dizzying dive into the past, of a Sicily that still, evidently exists, but nevertheless difficult to find easily.
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Vengo a sapere in maniera del tutto casuale di una processione “che non è segnata sulle mappe del web”, non trovo nulla a riguardo pur avendo cercato a lungo su Internet, eppure la “segnalazione” sembra veritiera, una processione così poco conosciuta è una cosa che non posso lasciarmi sfuggire, vado, poi si vedrà; la processione, un misto di devozione e di profonda stima tra il sacerdote ed i paesani, c’è, si celebra nel borgo di Novara di Sicilia, chiamato Badiavecchia, ed “il festeggiato” è Sant’Ugo Abate, santo protettore del borgo e della stessa Novara di Sicilia. Personalmente sono sempre affascinato per come, eventi accaduti secoli addietro, restano sempre vivi nella devozione popolare, nel film “il Gladiatore” il generale Massimo Decimo Meridio (Russell Crowe) in una scena del film, incita i suoi legionari contro I barbari e dice ”ciò che facciamo in vita, riecheggia nell'eternità!”, ed è proprio questo quello che accade con le processioni-feste religiose Siciliane, i Santi festeggiati assomigliano ad una inesauribile eco, che si riverbera nelle tradizioni popolari. La storia di Sant’Ugo abate (o Sant’Ugo di Novara di Sicilia) merita una importante premessa di carattere storico, riguardo Ruggero II, che fu re di Sicilia, (detto il Normanno per le sue origini), figura unica soprattutto se rapportata al suo tempo, egli fu un re illuminato e liberale, distintosi nel panorama politico di quei tempi, ove il massacrarsi a vicenda con le tante guerre in corso sembrava essere l’unico interesse dei monarchi dell’epoca), a lui le guerre non lo interessavano, la Sicilia sotto la sua guida diviene una isola fiorente commercialmente e culturalmente, favorita in ciò anche dal suo trovarsi al centro del Mediterraneo, crocevia-cerniera di tre continenti, tra Settentrione e Meridione, tra Oriente ed Occidente; il resto del continente è in guerra contro gli infedeli musulmani, Ruggero II invece accoglie sull’isola tutte le religioni, lascia la libertà di culto nel proprio dio, si realizza così una serena convivenza tra musulmani e cristiani; alla corte di re Ruggero vi sono uomini di cultura, intellettuali, anche di origine musulmana, architetti, maestri nelle arti e nella scienza, nella filosofia e nella politica; le tre grandi culture del Mediterraneo collaborano tra loro, in Sicilia l’armonia razziale e la tolleranza volute da re Ruggero, si concretizzano in una realtà presente unicamente nella sua Sicilia, che durerà solo 64 anni, periodo felice che terminerà con la sua morte: Ruggero aveva dimostrato che una alternativa era possibile (questa considerazione vale anche per i terribili fatti d’attualità con le tante vittime civili a causa di guerre assurde…). Questo per introdurre Ugo (in vita ancora non era Santo), re Ruggero II desidera che venga completata la costruzione di un monastero a Novara di Sicilia iniziato nel 1137, per far ciò egli chiede all'abate di Chiaravalle di inviare nel regno di Sicilia i suoi monaci (appartenenti all’ordine dei cistercensi), Ugo, discepolo di san Bernardo di Chiaravalle, era tra questi monaci, ad gli venne affidata la conduzione del monastero; egli morì a Novara di Sicilia il 17 novembre, ma non se ne conosce l'anno della morte; egli fu proclamato patrono di Novara di Sicilia nel 1666, divenendo anche patrono del borgo di Novara detto Badiavecchia. La processione che ho fotografato si è tenuta proprio a Badiavecchia; due sono le cose che mi hanno colpito di questa processione (con giochi pirotecnici finali), il rapporto che c’era tra il sacerdote padre Mario ed i suoi parrocchiani, un rapporto sincero, di stima, di fratellanza, paragonabile a quello che si può vivere in una grande allargata famiglia, la seconda cosa, a differenza di molte processioni-feste patronali Siciliane, qui non c’era la banda musicale ad accompagnare la vara col santo, ma un abile, virtuoso violinista, al cui seguito una collaboratrice recava con se una cassa amplificata, la quale serviva a diffondere sia le struggenti musiche realizzate col violino elettronico, sia le parole di don Mario pronunciate con un microfono, parole che venivano dette ai fedeli in processione, recandosi tutti nei vari piccoli quartierini (di Badiavecchia, e di Vallancazza, altro borgo) soffermandosi di tanto in tanto davanti ad alcune abitazioni, con le parrocchiane/parrocchiani intenti ad ascoltare sull’uscio di casa o davanti alla finestra, ascoltando commossi le parole di conforto dette dal sacerdote don Mario. Ho desiderato “raccontare con immagini” questa dolcissima-serenissima processione, fatta soprattutto col cuore, di una Sicilia che ha l’aspetto di un vertiginoso tuffo nel passato, di una Sicilia che ancora esiste-e-resiste, ma purtuttavia non certo comune, da trovare non con estrema facilità.