{"id":736,"date":"2014-11-20T12:51:17","date_gmt":"2014-11-20T12:51:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.vera.es\/cultura\/?p=736"},"modified":"2018-01-15T13:53:07","modified_gmt":"2018-01-15T13:53:07","slug":"textos-y-dibujos-del-aniversario-del-terremoto-de-1518","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.vera.es\/cultura\/2014\/11\/20\/textos-y-dibujos-del-aniversario-del-terremoto-de-1518\/","title":{"rendered":"TEXTOS Y DIBUJOS PARA EL ANIVERSARIO DEL TERREMOTO DE 1518. versi\u00f3n inglesa"},"content":{"rendered":"

El pasado d\u00eda 10 de noviembre de de 2014 se organiz\u00f3 por los coordinadores de No eres de Vera si… <\/em>(facebook) una subida al cerro del Esp\u00edritu Santo de Vera con el fin de recordar a los fallecidos por el temblor de 1518.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Dicha subida se escenific\u00f3 con m\u00fasica y vestimenta adecuada y se leyeron en las inmediaciones de la ermita unos textos en verso y en prosa escritos por don Diego Ram\u00edrez Soler y Gabriel Flores Garrido.\u00a0 Considero que tienen una calidad y una originalidad que los hace merecedores de su edici\u00f3n en este espacio.<\/p>\n

\"en<\/a><\/p>\n

Tambi\u00e9n se mostraron los dibujos realizados por el excelente dibujante don Jos\u00e9 Manuel Ram\u00edrez Hidalgo, Arquitecto T\u00e9cnico del Excmo. Ayuntamiento de Vera, dise\u00f1ados para tal evento y elaborados en un espacio de tiempo muy breve, lo que les imprime m\u00e1s m\u00e9rito.<\/p>\n

He aqu\u00ed las obras:<\/p>\n

\"1\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Homenaje a los veratenses fallecidos<\/b><\/p>\n

en el terremoto de 1518<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cRomance de Ciego\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

\n

Hombres, mujeres y ni\u00f1os,<\/p>\n

mendigos y caballeros,<\/p>\n

paisanos y militares,<\/p>\n

carcamales y mancebos.<\/p>\n

El que ya no peina canas<\/p>\n

porque se qued\u00f3 sin pelo,<\/p>\n

y el que el tup\u00e9 se compone<\/p>\n

con bandolina y ung\u00fcento.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a1Esc\u00fachenme pecadores!<\/p>\n

Que es\u00a0 humana condici\u00f3n,<\/p>\n

con nuestra necia soberbia,<\/p>\n

darle la espalda al Creador,<\/p>\n

sin reparar\u00a0 el dominio<\/p>\n

de su portentosa mano,<\/p>\n

que si un instante nos deja<\/p>\n

todo se convierte en vano.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A la piedad yo me acojo<\/p>\n

de la Trinidad suprema,<\/p>\n

y\u00a0 pido su\u00a0 iluminaci\u00f3n<\/p>\n

para convertir en dardos,<\/p>\n

hacia vuestro coraz\u00f3n,<\/p>\n

estas humildes palabras<\/p>\n

del que, m\u00e1s que ver, presiente<\/p>\n

porque soy casi invidente.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Porque mancao estoy de un ojo<\/p>\n

que me arrancara de cuajo<\/p>\n

un infame pendenciero<\/p>\n

que al infierno despachara,<\/p>\n

con espadazo certero.<\/p>\n

Y me cobr\u00e9 con su vida<\/p>\n

de mi hija la deshonra<\/p>\n

que era doncella y lozana<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Quiero explicaros se\u00f1ores<\/p>\n

un suceso luctuoso que<\/p>\n

a todos dej\u00f3 aterrados.<\/p>\n

La historia m\u00e1s lastimera<\/p>\n

recordada por humanos.<\/p>\n

Ninguna, en pliegos\u00a0 contada<\/p>\n

ni en escrituras plasmada,<\/p>\n

se asemeja a tal estrago.<\/p>\n

\"2\"<\/a><\/p>\n

A los mil doscientos a\u00f1os,<\/p>\n

tras la Redenci\u00f3n del mundo,<\/p>\n

fatigados de pendencias<\/p>\n

y de continuos asaltos,<\/p>\n

que estando cerca del mar<\/p>\n

es pesada reincidencia,<\/p>\n

buscando paz y sosiego,<\/p>\n

nuestra ciudad deja el llano.<\/p>\n

\"3\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Y eligen como morada,<\/p>\n

uno de los altozanos<\/p>\n

una legua tierra\u00a0 adentro,<\/p>\n

de los dos que son hermanos.<\/p>\n

el que m\u00e1s se acerca al sur,<\/p>\n

que es la tierra que pisamos.<\/p>\n

Feraz vega en su ladera<\/p>\n

y manantial larga mano.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Y en su altura amurallada<\/p>\n

all\u00ed sus vidas transcurren.<\/p>\n

D\u00eda tras d\u00eda en sus afanes,<\/p>\n

en su recinto concurren<\/p>\n

con los trajines\u00a0 normales.<\/p>\n

Trato, compra y chalaneo<\/p>\n

que en eso somos iguales<\/p>\n

ricos, pobres y rufianes.<\/p>\n

\"4\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Pero una nefasta noche<\/p>\n

con las once ya sonadas,<\/p>\n

mil quinientos\u00a0 dieciocho<\/p>\n

tras la Redenci\u00f3n el a\u00f1o,<\/p>\n

de noviembre el nueve d\u00eda.<\/p>\n

San Teodoro se festeja.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Que don de Dios significa!<\/p>\n

del destino qu\u00e9 iron\u00eda.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De vivir tan confiados,<\/p>\n

y de soberbia pagados,<\/p>\n

en un tris se hace mudanza<\/p>\n

como del cielo al averno,<\/p>\n

por soberbio terremoto<\/p>\n

de recio bram\u00edo hermanado.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Y cual cebada en su criba<\/p>\n

se sintieron zalados!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Y con ellos sus enseres,<\/p>\n

suelos, muros y techados.<\/p>\n

Aun no repuestos del pasmo<\/p>\n

pero ya m\u00e1s sosegados,<\/p>\n

de madrugada, a las tres.<\/p>\n

\u00a1A la hora del diablo!<\/p>\n

Un segundo terremoto,<\/p>\n

deja en pa\u00f1ales al otro.<\/p>\n

\"5\"<\/a><\/p>\n

El cual con violencia\u00a0 torna<\/p>\n

Las cosas a su capricho:<\/p>\n

que lo de abajo parriba,<\/p>\n

que lo de arriba pabajo,<\/p>\n

quela derecha a la izquierda,<\/p>\n

y la izquierda al otro lado.<\/p>\n

Y en menos que yo lo he dicho.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Queda todo destrozado!<\/p>\n

\n

Las murallas, lienzos, torres<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\n

descompuestas y atronadas.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\n

Quebrada la fortaleza.<\/p>\n

Las viviendas asoladas,<\/p>\n

que cerca son de doscientas,<\/p>\n

y sus cimientos a flor<\/p>\n

que es dif\u00edcil conocer<\/p>\n

de todas su ubicaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

\"6\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Y de las bajas humanas<\/p>\n

tragedia sin parang\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Ciento cincuenta se lloran<\/p>\n

de toda edad y condici\u00f3n!<\/p>\n

Sin contar con los lisiados<\/p>\n

que el tal desastre caus\u00f3:<\/p>\n

seg\u00fan las cr\u00f3nicas dicen<\/p>\n

se subieron del cent\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a1Aquello fue un pandem\u00f3nium!<\/p>\n

Un monumento al horror.<\/p>\n

De lo sublime o\u00a0 ruin<\/p>\n

buena muestra all\u00ed se dio,<\/p>\n

con la excitada pasi\u00f3n,<\/p>\n

de la humana condici\u00f3n:<\/p>\n

\u00a1Heroicos gestos de auxilio!<\/p>\n

\u00a1Viles obras de ambici\u00f3n!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Criaturas encarnecidas,<\/p>\n

desmembradas \u00a1Ay qu\u00e9 Horror!,<\/p>\n

Mil pasos sin rumbo dados<\/p>\n

en noche fr\u00eda y tenebrosa.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Todo es desorientaci\u00f3n!<\/p>\n

Gritos, lamentos y l\u00e1grimas.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Madre del Amor Hermoso!<\/p>\n

\u00a1No hay lenitivo al dolor!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Y llegada la alborada,<\/p>\n

con el despuntar del d\u00eda,<\/p>\n

el horror supera en mucho<\/p>\n

a todo lo imaginado<\/p>\n

por la mente m\u00e1s macabra.<\/p>\n

Y de fondo \u00a1Santo Dios!<\/p>\n

En l\u00fagubre sinfon\u00eda:<\/p>\n

\u00a1Gritos, llantos y agon\u00eda!<\/p>\n

\"7\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Cuerpos partidos en dos<\/p>\n

y miembros descoyuntados<\/p>\n

o cercenados de cuajo.<\/p>\n

Que por ver, tambi\u00e9n se vio,<\/p>\n

algo que al cielo clamaba:<\/p>\n

en el vientre de una madre<\/p>\n

quemuerta y en pre\u00f1ez estaba<\/p>\n

su fruto a\u00fan se\u00a0 agitaba<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

La casa que qued\u00f3 enhiesta,<\/p>\n

inhabitable ha quedado,<\/p>\n

porque amenaza su\u00a0 ruina.<\/p>\n

Todos los que a\u00fan respiran,<\/p>\n

Al valle prestos bajaron,<\/p>\n

desconsolados llorando:<\/p>\n

unos confesando a gritos,<\/p>\n

todos al cielo clamando.<\/p>\n

\"8\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Don Francisco de Castilla,<\/p>\n

Pasado menos de un a\u00f1o<\/p>\n

de la terrible dolencia,<\/p>\n

le detalla al rey Don Carlos,<\/p>\n

de los Austrias al inicio,<\/p>\n

para erigir la ciudad,<\/p>\n

de\u00a0 comarca guardiana,<\/p>\n

con la mayor diligencia.<\/p>\n

\"9\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Que sea cuadrada su planta<\/p>\n

De gran muralla dotada.<\/p>\n

Que ocho torres la coronen.<\/p>\n

Con ciento y cincuenta casas<\/p>\n

Su iglesia fortificada.<\/p>\n

\u00a1Para que sea un valladar!<\/p>\n

Por ser la llave y amparo,<\/p>\n

del gran reino de Granada.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Que se edifique en el llano,<\/p>\n

Y de la anterior distal<\/p>\n

lo que aleja una ballesta<\/p>\n

lanzada de donde estamos,<\/p>\n

y al amor de Fuente Chica.<\/p>\n

Lugar donde hoy se emplaza<\/p>\n

Nuestra muy querida Vera<\/p>\n

\u00a1La Muy Noble y Muy Leal!<\/p>\n

\"1\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Que con el valor probado,<\/p>\n

a lo largo de su historia,<\/p>\n

por sus hijos, a nadie extra\u00f1a,<\/p>\n

lo que reza en su blas\u00f3n:<\/p>\n

\u00a1\u00a1\u201cQuien aqu\u00ed ve esta ciudad,<\/p>\n

en este llano formada,<\/p>\n

fue ponerle un freno al turco<\/p>\n

y una llave a toda Espa\u00f1a\u00bb!!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Y ahora el autor os suplica,<\/p>\n

Padre Nuestro sea rezado,<\/p>\n

por los que aqu\u00ed perecieron<\/p>\n

en terror tan lamentado.<\/p>\n

Y aqu\u00ed se acaba el romance<\/p>\n

que en el pliego escrito est\u00e1.<\/p>\n

S\u00f3lo diez c\u00e9ntimos cuesta<\/p>\n

a quien lo quiera llevar\u00bb.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Diego Ram\u00edrez Soler<\/p>\n

ANIVERSARIO DEL TERREMOTO<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bien hallados todos los que aqu\u00ed sois. Rodrigo de Z\u00e1rate es mi gracia. Me place contemplaros y ventura es frente a m\u00ed teneros.<\/p>\n

Muchos a\u00f1os ha y, cavilando en soledad, en el solar mismo que hoy ocupamos, anhel\u00e9, que alg\u00fan d\u00eda, los paisanos venideros subir\u00edan a dar homenaje y dedicar recuerdo a los que perdieron vida y haciendas, aquel martes\u00a0 maldito, del noveno d\u00eda de noviembre, del a\u00f1o del Se\u00f1or de mil y quinientos y diez y ocho. Triste desenga\u00f1o para mi \u00e1nimo, habr\u00eda supuesto hallarme solo, porque, aunque no echo en falta cosa alguna, me habr\u00eda lacerado el alma el luctuoso silencio que en esta cumbre\u00a0 reinar\u00eda, si la compa\u00f1\u00eda de vuesas mercedes, no fuera presente.<\/p>\n

Caso de que solo debiera haber una virtud, esta habr\u00eda de ser, y as\u00ed yo la habr\u00eda escogido, la de la generosidad, y vosotros, bien que la hab\u00e9is mostrado estando aqu\u00ed; quien sabe, si\u00a0 sobre alg\u00fan paisano todav\u00eda sepultado, y que nunca pudo ser rescatado. Si as\u00ed fuera, m\u00e1s cerca estar\u00e1 de o\u00edrnos y de percibir el latido de nuestros afligidos corazones.<\/p>\n

D\u00eda cruel y endemoniado aquel del que hoy cumplimos cuatrocientos y noventa y seis a\u00f1os, y que, pese a los cinco siglos transcurridos, en mi mente todav\u00eda no se ha apagado la luz de ese recuerdo.<\/p>\n

Cuando a m\u00ed viene ese horror, el \u00e1nimo se me abrevia y la alegr\u00eda se me entristece. Pienso en tantas glorias vanas aqu\u00ed enterradas, en cuantas miserias llegadas a su fin, y en todos los paisanos sepultados para siempre, por los tremendos sillares desprendidos, que con tanta impiedad \u00a0los \u00a0aplastaban.<\/p>\n

En mi recuerdo permanece que, cuando se contaban veinte y seis d\u00edas del mes nombrado, Don Y\u00f1igo de Guevara,\u00a0 Alcalde Mayor\u00a0 de nuestra ciudad,\u00a0 tom\u00f3 declarado juramento a Alonso de Sep\u00falveda,\u00a0 Pedro P\u00e9rez, Ant\u00f3n de Almaz\u00e1n, Juan Navarro, Andr\u00e9s Perpi\u00f1an y Pedro de Campoy, todos vecinos de Vera, que con el \u00e1nimo constre\u00f1ido y sin lugar para cosa alguna, que no fuera la desesperanza, \u00edtem la necesidad, dieronle relaci\u00f3n de\u00a0 sus cuitas\u00a0 en aquella calamitosa noche.<\/p>\n

\u201cSaludable consejo es olvidar\u201d,<\/b> me dec\u00eda mi padre, pero, \u00bfc\u00f3mo hacerlo?. Con tantos deudos en el desespero y con todas sus haciendas maltrechas, cuando no perdidas, es dif\u00edcil el olvido. Ni siquiera la bruma, que en la mente levanta el tiempo tras los quinientos a\u00f1os transcurridos, han borrado de mi imagen los perfiles del horror.<\/p>\n

Gracias al Alt\u00edsimo, pronto se emprendi\u00f3 la construcci\u00f3n de la nueva ciudad, que a los supervivientes diera abrigo. Don Carlos, el Emperador nuestro se\u00f1or, mand\u00f3 con brevedad, dise\u00f1ar los nuevos planos, demostrando, que la realeza\u00a0 debe ser servidumbre m\u00e1s que privilegio.<\/p>\n

Por merced de Dios, hoy vivimos jornada de fiesta, y ello me hace mantener en venturoso estado mi esp\u00edritu, mas sin menoscabo de dedicar recuerdo y lamento a los que, en aquellos dif\u00edciles tiempos, trabajaron en trazar la senda, que hasta los d\u00edas de hoy os han tra\u00eddo.<\/p>\n

Arrebolado por la emoci\u00f3n, para ellos pido vuestro cari\u00f1o y vuestro reconocimiento, ante tanta miseria padecida, frente a tanto trabajo afrontado y tan gran dolor arrostrado.<\/p>\n

Sea para vosotros mi respeto ganado y mi agradecimiento merecido.<\/p>\n

Yo, Rodrigo de Z\u00e1rate y Acevedo.
\nTexto de Gabriel Flores Garrido<\/p>\n

————————————————–<\/p>\n

EARTHQUAKE’S ANNIVERSARY ON NOVEMBER 9, 1518: TEXTS AND DRAWINGS<\/span><\/p>\n

(Traducci\u00f3n: \u00a0Juan Antonio Camacho)<\/p>\n

On November 10, 2014, organisers of No eres de Vera si…<\/i> (Facebook) planned an ascent to Vera’s Espiritu Santo Hill to remember the deceased people on November 9, 1518.<\/span><\/p>\n

That ascent was dramatized with music and appropriate clothing and verse and prose texts written by Mr. Diego Ram\u00edrez Soler and Mr. Gabriel Flores Garrido, that were read in the hermitage’s area. I consider that these quality and original texts are worthy of a place in this section.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then also, drawings were shown by the excellent draughtsman and Architectural Technician of the Hon. Vera’s Borough Council, Mr. Jos\u00e9 Manuel Ram\u00edrez Hidalgo. A praiseworthy work now that each one was specially designed and carried out in a short period of time.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here are the works:<\/span><\/p>\n

Homage to deceased veratenses in the earthquake of 1518<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

‘Blind’s romance’<\/b><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Men, women and children,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

beggars and knights,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

civilians and soldiers,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

old crocks and lads.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Person does not already get on,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

so that he stayed hairless, <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and the one who gets his toup\u00e9e ready,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with mandolin and unguent.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Listen to me sinners!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

That is human condition,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with our stupid arrogance, <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

turning your back on the Creator,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

without realizing the power<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of his magnificent hand,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that if he gives us a moment,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

everything is in vain.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

I turn to piety,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of the Supreme Trinity,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and I ask for its enlightenment,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

to convert into darts,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

to your heart,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

these humble words,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

from the one who, has a feeling, <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

rather than seeing,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

so that I am almost blind.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Because I have a badly injured eye,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that was uprooted<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

by a vile troublemaker<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that hell will punish,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with accurate sword thrust.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And I earned with his life,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

my daughter’s dishonour,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

who was maid and healthy.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

I want to explain you men<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

a tragic incident that<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

terrified all of us.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

The most pitiful story<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

remembered by human beings.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Neither, in sheets told, nor <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

in writing expressed,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

is similar to such tragedy.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

One thousand two hundred years later,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

after the world’s Surrender,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

exhausted by quarrels<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and continuous assaults,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that being near the sea<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

is tiresome recurrence,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

searching for peace and calm,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

our city abandoned the plain.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And they choose as dwelling,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

one of the small hills<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

an inland league,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

from the two similar ones,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

one near the south,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

which is the land we step on.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Fertile meadow’s hillside<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and long natural spring.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And there at its walled height<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

their lives pass.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Day after day their ambitions,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

occur in its enclosure<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with normal bustles.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Treat, purchase and trickeries<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

applied to richs, poors and ruffians.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

But a disastrous night<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

after eleven o’clock,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

one thousand five hundred eighteen<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

after Liberation,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

on November 9.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Saint Theodore’s celebration.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

What God’s gift means!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

the ignored destiny.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

So trusted living,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

paid with arrogance,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

suddenly everything changes<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

from heaven to hell,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

maginificent earthquake<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

strong roaring connected.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And such shock was that<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

they felt astonished!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And with them their belongings,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

floors, walls and roofs.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Still not recovered from the shock<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

but already more calm,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

small hours, at 3 o’clock.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

At the devil’s hour!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

A second earthquake,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

stronger than the first one.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Which comes back violently<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and capriciously:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

things from bottom to top,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

things from top to bottom,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

from left to right,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and from left to the other side.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And sooner than later.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Everything is destroyed!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Walls, canvas, towers<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

splited up and deafened.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Broken the fortress.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Devastated houses,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that they are near two hundred,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and its foundations’ rests<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that make its location complicated to recognize <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

at all.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And of the human casualties<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

tragedy without comparison.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

One hundred and fifty are missed<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of all ages and conditions!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Without taking into account disabled persons<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that such disaster caused:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

according to chronicles<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

they were more than one hundred.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

That was a pandemonium!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

A monument to horror.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

How sublime or despicable<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

good sample was given there,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with the euphoric passion,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of the human condition:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Heoric gestures of help!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Vile works of ambition!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Put on flesh creatures,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

dismembered What a Horror!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Thousands of steps aimlessly<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

in a cold and gloomy night.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

All is confusion!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Screams, moans and tears.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Mother of Fair Love!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

There is no remedy for pain!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And at sunrise,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with the beginning of the day,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

horror exceeded too much<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

to all imagined<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

by the most macabre mind.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And at the bottom Holy God!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

In mournful theme:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Screams, tears and agony!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Bodies broken in two<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and dislocated members<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

or cut rennet.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

It was also seen,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

something that heaven cried out for:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

in a mother’s belly<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

who was dead and pregnant<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

her son still moved<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

That house was still standing,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

has remained uninhabitable,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

because it threatens her ruin. <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

The ones that still breathe,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

went down to the valley,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

crying disconsolately:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

ones confessing at loud,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

all crying out for heaven.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Francisco of Castile,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Less than a year later<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of the terrible tragedy,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

explains in detail to King Don Carlos,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of los Austrias at the beginning,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

to build the city,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of guardian region,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

with the greatest diligence.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Being square its plant<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of great wall.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

That eight towers crown it.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

With one hundred and fifty houses<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Its fortified church.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

To be inexpugnable!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

For being key and protection,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

of the great kingdom of Granada.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

To be built in the plain,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And of the previous distance<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

‘a un tiro de ballesta’<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

shot from the place where we are,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and Fuente Chica’s love.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Place where today it is located<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Our very loved Vera<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Very Noble and Very Loyal!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

That with the proven courage,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

throughout its history,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

by its sons, to anyone strange,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

which reads in its coat of arms:<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Who can see here this city,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

built in this plain,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

controlled the Turk<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

and a key for all Spain!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And now this author begs you,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

The Lord’s Prayer is prayed,<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

in honour of who died here<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

in such lamented terror.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

And here romance ends<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

that in sheet is written.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

It only costs ten cents<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

the one who wants to wear it.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Diego Ram\u00edrez Soler<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

EARTHQUAKE’S ANNIVERSARY<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Welcome to all of you. I am Rodrigo of Z\u00e1rate. It is a pleasure for me to be in front of you. Many years have passed reflecting in solitude, in the same plot today we occupy, I longed for, that someday, the future fellows went down to pay tribute to the ones who lost their lives, that cursed day on November 9, 1518. Sad disillusionment for my mood, would have meant being alone, because, although I do not miss anything, the tragic silence that would rule at the top would have afflicted my soul if it had not been for your company.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

If it only existed one virtue, this would be and this way I would have chosen generosity you have demonstrated being here with me; who knows, if over a buried fellow that may not be rescued. If so, he would be nearer to hear and to perceive our mournful heartbeat.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Evil and cruel that day today we reach four hundred and ninety six years and, in spite of five centuries passed, in my mind still has not diminished the light of that memories.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

When that horror comes to me, mood is shortened and happiness is grief. I remember many vain great names buried here, many miseries that have come to an end and all buried fellows forever because of tremendous detached masonries that squashed them with such cruelty. <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

In my memory remains that, after twenty six days of the aforementioned month, Mr. Y\u00f1igo of Guevara, Mayor of our city, swore to Alonso de Sep\u00falveda, Pedro P\u00e9rez, Ant\u00f3n Almaz\u00e1n, Juan Navarro, Andr\u00e9s Perpi\u00f1an and Pedro de Campoy, all Vera’s residents, that with constrained mood and unwillingly, except for despair, given the necessity, gave him the list of longings of that disastrous night.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

‘Healthy advise is to forget’, my father told me, but, How doing it?. With many missed relatives and with all their damaged properties, almost destroyed, it is difficult to forget. Not even haze that in mind time raises after five hundred years, horror’s profiles have erased from my mind.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Thank you to the Highest, new city’s construction soon began to shelter survivors. Mr. Carlos, the Emperor, our master, briefly ordered to design the new plans, showing that royalties must be servitude rather than a privilege.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

For God’s mercy, today we live this holiday and, that brightens up my day, undiminished memories and moans to those who at these difficult times, worked to be what we are today.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Turned red by emotion, I ask for them your affection and your acknowledgement, before such suffered misfortune, against such faced hard work and such big pain suffered.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Be for you my own respect and my well-deserved thanks.<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Me, Rodrigo de Z\u00e1rate y Acevedo<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Gabriel Flores Garrido’s text <\/b><\/span><\/p>\n