Soria y en Neocubismo

Soria y en Neocubismo
"Poco es decir que vivimos en un mundo de símbolos, un mundo de símbolos vive en nosotros" "LA MIRADA DEL OTRO 6" Segorbe 2017 "La mirada es como el mar, cambiante y reverberante, reflejo a la vez de las profundidades marinas y del cielo." Desafiante, soñadora, ausente, misteriosa, perturbadora, expresa todas las pasiones que alberga el alma. Como símbolo mágico se transforma en un instrumento que puede matar tanto como reanimar, seducir como fulminar, expresar palabras y generar silencios. Con significado propio, va más allá de los ojos que la originan, la mirada no solo concierne al que mira, sino también al que es mirado, ya que se experimenta una reacción al ser (y saberse) observado. De esta manera, la mirada del otro puede considerarse como un espejo que revela y enfrenta, al mismo tiempo, el interior de dos seres.

viernes, 21 de octubre de 2016

MARÍA DE LUNA Y YO, CRÓNICA DE UNA REINA EN INGLÉS ( CUENTO POPULAR )



SEGORBINÍZATE EN PANORÁMICA



Maria de Luna and I, chronicle of a queen



INTRO



Story made with love to the people of the Alto Palancia with didactic intention of feeding the memory Palantina their history, beliefs and their role in the history of Spain from our people.



In the history of the region through historical and fictional in a real time environment and characters. Regarding beliefs; obscurantist frames around the figure of the Pope Moon and The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And in the history of Spain with the Compromise of Caspe, a step in the unification of Spain by the castellanización the Kingdom of Aragon.






Chapter 1 Our march to the Royal Court

-United of Aragon 1364-


I still vaguely remember when was the year of Our Lord 1364, and received the news that was to accompany the Court as a maid company my friend Doña María games. Our Queen Eleanor of Sicily and Aragon had advised well and thought that Maria de Luna was the ideal medium for was the wife of his youngest son Martin candidate.

We had to leave our family and our Segorbe: our orchard, forest and water spring the days of childhood. He was forced to leave my beloved playground, where together, Dona Maria and I knew the smell of lavender and rosemary, the song of a goldfinch and where our stories came to life, alluding to the love of a Christian princess, and deeds his beloved gentleman.



In the evenings, after tea that sweet pumpkin baked in the Palancia river, the washerwomen heard stories of love and fear. How, King Pedro I the Cruel of Castile, our eternal enemy; a young cocky and arrogant bastard who wanted to conquer our kingdom, had sent a ballestero to Medinasidonia Prison where his wife and Queen Doña Blanca de Bourbon was captive. Sagittarius He had the royal order to execute it. They also said that the Castilian King gave the Torre del Oro to some of its hispalenses lovers. Cruel nickname he had earned for sending Don Fabrique murdering his brother and his bloody crusade in search of conspirators in his kingdom.



That year, we were under siege in Valencia the young King Cruel of Castile. Our old King; Pedro IV Ceremonious of Valencia and Aragon, also called the Punyalet had been collecting 50,000 pounds on behalf of the Generalitat in Valencia, to restore and strengthen the plaza. Together, they had melted the jewels of the city by weighing a value of 537 frames and 6 ounces, all to cover the expenses of the war. The news says that our King, The ceremonious, had managed to enrage the Cruel conquistándole lands to Alicante, leaving him still, this city and Orihuela by besieging.


The Castilian King could not beat the resistance of Valencian towers and retired to Sagunto, neighbor to our city, at that time Castilian sun. My beloved father, Juan de Penalba, celebrated champion of the time, was building stockades for defense in Soneja. the withdrawal of the Castilian King was expected by way of Mudéjares, between the Sierras Espadán and Calderona towards the Plateau. My mother Juana of Peñalba was thrilled with the fact that I went to the Court and I stay away from Segorbe, summons which she was not sure. Pilar Santamaria Rovira of Peñalba was me. A buxom lass blatant and dreamy, with a boundless imagination and love of my country, which I obligadaban to let go.


My friend Dona Maria descended from a noble lineage. His parents were Don Lope, Count di Luna, and Brianda d'Agaout, gentlemen of the House of Segorbe, was noble house, he belonged to the lineage of the Moon Aragon. I could say it was a lucky girl, as the Countess of Segorbe; my city, was my dearest friend Maria de Luna. By Royal Order she had been chosen to marry the Infante Don Martin, second son of our King Pedro IV The Ceremonious. Your name; Martin was the first to the house of Aragon, its origin was French, the Caudillo and head gala dynasty Charles Martel, Charlemagne 's father, Carlos "Hammer".

Just eight years we had when we were called to the Court. Barcelona was our first destination. Queen Leonor wanted to direct the education of their future daughter. I was taken as a chaperone of Dona Maria. A sense of awe and fear embargaba us and together emprendiamos the trip. Between tears and laughter, we came to Barcelona lured by tales Riders War and Death. Were the Queen herself Leonor and the Franciscan fathers our teachers.



Upon arrival gave us some Valencians chapines, they were of fine silver in the iron and nail on the rods with silk ribbons in capellanas. We were told when we were a true courtesans could walk with them. That was only the beginning of the uncomfortable pomposity we had to put up as clothing.


                                          
      


2nd chapter


Summers in Segorbe; our land.




Two years finally King Pedro I the Cruel of Castile had given up and left Valencia. In his kingdom, he grew dwarves and Count Henry of Trastamara had hired the White Companies from France. His intention was to avenge Doña Blanca de Bourbon and his brother, and thus wrest the kingdom of Castile.

Therefore, this summer, and for ten years we returned to Segorbe Maria and me. I remember accompanying us the Infante Don Martin and it was the best time of our life. I come to mind as bright and fragrant memories, our baths in crystal and fresh river and snacks stuffed fritters dipped in Higo that goat milk, ambrosia and divine nectar mimicked. Mixed with these flavors, bitter aroma of Apocalyptic Horseman Plaguelands is to flavor. He was making havoc across the kingdom. He had reduced the population from 40,000 to 25,000. We were not aware, in our games there was no place for the tragic, just for dreams and games. The Infante Don Martin was traveling with us at that desired return to the origin.


His father, the king, regarded as a safe district Segorbe. Martin was a timid, a little plump blond child, however exuded an aura of majesty while goodness, that wanted to pinch his cheeks. Shared recreation and illusions protected under the cloak of naivete core of childhood, parnaso soul. Those days our parents took us to see the puppets and the bigheaded they represented. The troubadours in the Plaza Mayor, seemed rhapsodists today. We admired and curious among those legends, ate dates and soaking in the script of the stories sung by minstrels. I remember Martin liked El Cantar del Mio Cid, Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar was our idol and Doña Jimena our ideal lady and wife of hero.


That summer engrosábamos all some kilos. Oven threads Sopeña and the slaughterer güeñas and black pudding made us salivate. Mary was a great eater, though demure, Martin and I were nothing demure and quite greedy. That August learned to ride horses at the ejido of Sisterre. In our walks along the Cerro de San Blas Infante he played the king with his wooden sword called Tizona. We were very happy. To me, covenant of vassalage, I granted the Duchy of Peñalba, behind the river, where I grew up and where my father was training young champions, the sons of knights and barons and where my mother baked loaves and tended the animals. Maria was granted to be his queen and Segorbe, the capital of the Kingdom.


That same summer a farmer named Pere Granyana found a plaster image of the Virgin under a lledoner or almiz in Castellón. Hence its name, Virgen del Lledó. Swiftly we went to visit her to ask, if you had the plague and war, we will'd make a chapel in the Cathedral of Segorbe. Meanwhile, with the speed with which just happy times, summer dissipated. That farewell appeared to me in dreams, crying embraced our families, to the Infante also cried though they were not her blood.




chapter 3rd



Las Bodas de los Infantes of Aragon




Already in the lap of the Court we were attending the celebration of the 17 years of the Duke of Gerona, Infante Juan. It was born of the king and promised brother of Mary, the Infante Martin. The days are promised happy. The Royal Library was a torrent of wisdom. Mary and hidden from the Franciscans, when the agape, we went into that pantheon of knowledge to our enigmas looking replicas. There we met the classics and myths, those treaties to which the human being was the center of all things. Our readings will be projected depues in our way of being and thinking humanist.

But the Rider War lurked the Kingdom. The Virgin of Lledó not listen to us because English Black Prince Edward, had decided to help King Cruel, now an ally of King Mohamed V. Granada Najera would fall under the multiracial Orda. You can hear us something virgencita since early in 1369 Enrique de Trastamara killed his stepbrother Pedro I Cruel Cruel in Montiel.Tenía 35 years. The kingdom of Aragon and Valencia celebrated those days, with stuffed pheasants blackberry and apple dipped in wine, the Montpellier branch of the Royal House Castellana rule on the Plateau.




The following year our monarch announced his eldest son the Infante John should marry a gala princess named Juana de Valois. They did not even know. Mary said that at least Martin was familiar and well liked. They were the protagonists of our songs. A prince and a princess, Prince John Hunter. That more than a story of love was a misadventure, constantly he made us mourn. Prince Juan, married by proxy did not know his wife and new gala court said he was very ill.




John crossed clandestinely across France to reach the bed in which knew the love and the death of his princess. She had been widowed in one day. We scared we began to think that marriage was something unpleasant. Although, my companion and lady, could not choose their destination and had to marry the Infante Don Martin. We only had 14 years. Sunday June 13, 1372 at the Cathedral of Santa Eulalia of Barcelona the link between my friends Martin and Mary in the same city where we spent our formative years being held.




The Infante Don Juan, the Hunter, would soon marry again, Doña Armagnac Mata was the one. From this marriage back memories of how we impact the bullfight organized by butchers in the Market Square, equipped with "barreres i cadafals" remained. The bullfighter danced red cape in hand with the bull. In the end, he nailed his sword into the heart of the Minotaur. For some he was a hero, he applauded Martin Infante excited. For me, it was just another butcher. Gush of blood that irritated me so much that I imagined jumping into the arena and driving a flag to the Puig Xiquet that, in their backsides.




In 1375, two years later, the Queen Leonor died and left the King Pedro IV. Two years later the king marries for the fourth time at 58 years, Sibila of Fortia. The actual wiles did their effect, preventing the war. Leonor, sister of Martin and Juan was used as currency. The regent, his father had sent her to marry with Fernando II of Castile and consolidating peace in Almazan between the two kingdoms. Fernando II died later in 1379. The end of the war marked the rest of Apocalyptic Rider, we still had three active.
Chapter 4th 

Young Martin, son of Mary.




Maria de Luna in 1376 had their first child. He was called Martin, History Martin know him as the young king of Sicily and Sardinia. His father Infante Don Martin allowed little to be brought up in Segorbe. Among the Franciscan Fathers, Mary and I educábamos Martin. At that time The Travels of Marco Polo, allowed us to dream about those places in Asia; Princesses, dragons and golden roofs. Maria and I knew the perfumes of Asia. The Infante had bought some Venetian merchants. Spent long periods in our city between Sierras, along the river. María de Luna at that time already married and had become a noble woman, descended from the house of the Moon, charitable and lover of justice, of deep religious convictions, without superstition, and fond of music and reading. Elegant and austere pomp and frivolity of the Court did not influence her, beat her husband appeared in the ability of government. Valencia received by those new shield by the King with two eles, loyal twice by the sieges of 1363 and 1364. He used to sign by placing a crown on ele Valentia.




Misfortune preyed on the poor Infante Don Juan; our prince lost two years after Dona Marta, which had suffered the expiration of his four children. He had only survived her little Juana, who suffered physical handicaps. The Death Rider just taking their delicate life. That same year Maria de Luna had been chosen to inaugurate the Hospital Mayor Seo Segorbe. Built to meet the needs of many poor families and encourage both the city and its region. That day the atmosphere exuded happiness. Her husband Infante Don Martin and 22 years, not accompanied us, he was lieutenant general of Aragon during the reign of his brother.




In 1380 the King of Aragon Pedro IV Ceremonious guarding and protecting commanded twelve armed men Acropolis of Athens. Love of classical culture considered Universal Heritage, hence the amount of pagan books from his library.




Three years later, on April 21, Pope Clement VI granted permission to raise the Cartuja de Vall of Christ, and June 8, 1385 it took possession of the first Carthusians. The following year , work started on the construction of the original cloister and the church of San Martin, in honor of its main precursor. The foundation of the Cartuja de Vall de Christ was ordered by the King of Aragon Peter IV The Ceremonious at the request of his son, Prince Don Martin and his daughter Maria de Luna, Segorbe Countess. It was so named for its resemblance to the valley of Jehoshaphat, appeared in the dreams of Martin the Human Infante as an ideal place to found a Carthusian monastery should. Infante closely watched the progress of the Cartuja lands her mistress. We and the little Martin enjoyed spending hours meditating and reading The Christian, of Fray Francesc, at that holy place. Haven of peace watered by the powerful and soothing smell of a field of lilies; Valley of Christ was in our little kingdom.

During those happy and bitter years, God pressed but not suffocating. Maria de Luna gave birth to three children: Jaime, Juan and Margarita. The joys crying became. The Rider of Death snatched them to their young children at the time that God was going to give. Mary and Martin and buried in the Cartuja de Vall of Christ, were days of rage and tears in the Valley of Christ. Dark nights the walls of the Alcázar seemed eternal purgatory intramural tears and sobs. Jinxed, some said the streets, zigzajeando and brandy soaked to Alba, outside the walls.

In court, King Pedro IV began to distance himself from his firstborn El Infante Juan by disagreements with his stepmother, by the plots of Power. He had married with Violante of Bar without your consent. The family dislike the great debt that the Royal Family had contracted with Jewish individuals and Catalan traders it added. All this, to sustain wars Sardinia and the havoc that the Apocalyptic Horseman Plaguelands had sown by Valencia, in the form of death known that like "Dead Chelva."

EN1384 genius Regent ended his Joana daughter of a strong slap for political sake of discussion. Their marriages had not been what Pedro VI had planned and so ended the life of the Countess of Ampurias. Her husband the Count of Ampurias had agreed with the Count of Armagnac invasion of Catalonia, Cerdagne and Roussillon. The Infante Juan prevailed against them, quelling the rebellion of his brother, at the Battle of BURBAN.


Chapter 5th
 De Infante Juan Rey Juan I the Cazador.
 




The king and the heir were increasingly at odds. But fate is capricious and death rider wore the old king. He died in the Royal Palace in Barcelona in 1387 at 68 years old and with 50 years of reign. Only surpassed by Jaime I, El Conquistador that I run 63 years. Died longtime king, the punyalet, with more titles than anyone had managed until then. The ceremonious nickname came for his fondness for ceremonies and create bubbles coming to the Protocol of the Royal House. His children did not attend his deathbed to be upset with him and with the results of heredity. The influence exerted on the king had his last wife, Queen Sibila of Fortia, the Marines had enervated and angry hungry for revenge. After the event the widow fled thinking that her stepchildren retaliation would take. Soon he was captured by the Infante Don Martin and taken to dungeons. I remember Mary and I tried to calm and soothe the Infante but hatred had more weight. The relative of Mrs. Cardinal Don Pedro de Luna also interceded by Queen getting soften the heart of the Infante; and King, John the hunter.




At 37 years of age Juan Infante took the Crown and summoned the Courts of Barcelona. Accomodated policy taste Kingdom and recognized the two popes. In the Castle of Moron they met with King Juan Cortes Valencianas, warning him that his financial situation was bankrupt. One of the few joys he received the kingdom was the relative of Mary, Cardinal Pedro de Luna, was elected pope in Avignon and was now called Benedict XIII. Although he had made arms race, he taught at the University of Montpelier and now was the Papa Luna. In that period many popes, faith was an orphan. The more I read and I knew, the more I walked away from the church but not the flock of my Shepherd. Walls said the Evil One in person prowled Avignon. Chills and goosebumps just name it gave me as he kissed my fingers crossed, goes retro satan.




We spent a long time in the Royal Palace in Barcelona Border Romances reading books, courtly love, of the Human and the Divine. I remember The Book of Good Love of the Infante Don Juan Manuel was our favorite. In those days we knew Fray Eiximenis, lived in the Convent of San Francisco de Valencia, Franciscan and friend accompanied us for many times guiding Mary. In his latest book, "The book of women", we recommended remedies for the weakness of the soul and the danger of vices.



The reign of the brother of Mary, accompanied by Father Vicente Ferrer, was characterized for having set up a legal aristocracy and the strong influence of his wife Violante and his clique. King John, a great lover of falconry, represented the ideal of gentleman, everyone remembered the Order of the Knights of the Dove, symbol of the Holy Spirit. The people admired and looked like the ideal Caballero. There Horseman Death lurked King John one morning in 1396, Hunting Real, where an accident mowed his life among olive trees, under a morning bath and smelling of thyme sun. Kingdoms remained in the hands of Martin, Martin I the Human. Our history began to be written in capital letters and Gothic letters.





chapter 6



The dream is fulfilled. Martin and Mary are kings.




When news came we were in 1396, Martin I the Human named for its way of being and knowledge of the classics, was in Sicily. At that instant I realized the strength of Maria de Luna, future queen. In her husband's absence, acted as deputy General to the claims to the throne of the Count of Foix and the Dowager Queen Violante of Bar. Martin I, Human, returning from Sicily, leaving his son Martin the Younger the provisional government of the Kingdoms island until it was Queen Mary. Immediately he swore fueros and was crowned in the Cathedral of San Salvador de Zaragoza, the celebrations were held in the Aljafería, that lovely red building lavish rooms built by Arabs, he did not put the name of Alhambra because there was already one in Granada, although color deserved.




The story had changed and the Lady of Segorbe became Queen, and King Martin I, Human, inherited the kingdoms that their parents had united to the greatness of Aragon. We were beginning to be the true protagonists. I, as a maid company, had no time to find a husband nor me going through my head stop accompany my friend, Queen Maria de Luna. New tasks, challenges and experiences in store for us in the future. King Martin had 41 years old, had fantasized about being the master, as a child. For better control of the situation and relying on the regal Queen Mary capacity in affairs of state, the King ordered his wife had regentar Sicily in his absence. Mary and I were starting from immediately in search of our destination overseas, Segorbe was increasingly away but went to see the young Martin. Meanwhile, King traveled to Corsica and Sardinia, and went to Avignon to visit Pope Benedict XIII relative of Queen Maria de Luna and nicknamed El Papa Luna. The Vicar of Christ offered the Golden Rose King Martin I, the highest distinction that was given to the princes. The problem of the Western Schism did not affect our sovereign. The fondness for the Pope, the result of his stays in Segorbe, was more powerful than the schisms and theological thesis of the time.




For these dates were over Serranos Towers in Valencia, the Valencian symbol of resistance against the siege of the Castilian. Wool Morella and San Mateo had turned Valencia into a port of great prestige. In 1400 we changed XIV century to XV century, the turn of the century had sat well to the Kingdom. King Martin I went to the Consecration of the Charterhouse of Porta-Coeli, while Fray Bonifacio Ferrer commented that God's work was reinforced with the work of the Human, reminding the Cartuja de Vall de Christ was born under the influence Morpheus printed on it. Meanwhile, Mary and I were returning to the Kingdom of the peninsula, the island experience had served to demonstrate the skills of government of Queen Maria de Luna The Humana. Finally in Segorbe, the works of the Cathedral dedicated to the Assumption of Our Lady, were completed. There we asked the Virgin for our health and the King and Prince Martin in those days ran Sicily. Queen occupied many hours with the management of La Cartuja that her husband had given to the city of his wife. Fray Bonifacio Ferrer accompanied us in those summer days where the smell of roses and the taste of T-bone steaks populating our senses and Fray Bonifacio, which was redolent with the idea that Papa Luna would make in general of the Carthusians. The queen and that summer we won weight, gluttony had beaten us. Fray warned habiéndonoslo still Eiximenis we could culinary vice. This did not matter too much to King Martin. Excellent taster dishes did not look askance at the figure of his wife who at that time was known as the Queen Grossa, surely I would also be the chaperone Grossa the Kingdom.




Our dear little Martin Young, had been named King of Sicily by his father King Martin of Aragon and Valencia. That precious child of my games and lullabies was a king. But it seems that the joys attract penalties. The Dance of Death began to collect his debt to the Moon in Sicily. The young king who had just lost before his eyes to his son Peter, widower was in 1401 losing his wife Queen Maria, Queen of Sicily. News of the Court of Sicily said that the weak queen could not resist the death of their young. Those opened new wounds in the Queen Maria de Luna, it seemed that our prayers did not reach the ears of the Virgin. I thought, as well as many others, that the Pope Moon was an anti-pope and his name Luna was jinxed. Maybe our prayers were not heard by this. Meanwhile, Juan consoling the young man, wrapped between sheets and Petticoat, with the young Sicilian who had a bastard son to marry the beautiful Doña Blanca de Navarra, heiress of Charles the Noble.




The Horsemen of the Apocalypse came and went, the dance of death revolved around rich and poor without discrimination, all the same. Hunger and death, war and the terrible plague was rampant in our city and throughout the kingdom. Although not prevent the courts of Segorbe be held. In those days the Portacoeli Aqueduct, which brought water from the Fountain of the Mine in the Sierra Calderona, until such Charterhouse Area was opened.





chapter 7




Mary, her son, her husband and their families also left.




But little peace would last in the family, the Queen my friend, my sister, we went. The bloody Death Rider was around him, wanted to collect their debt. María de Luna came accusing poor health and a stroke took her in 1404 in Villarreal, way of their land Segorbe. We had the queen and 48 years. My lady was gone. My only consolation and grief choked with the idea of returning to my home definitely one that I had been taken as a child and one where the Queen and I live the happiest days of our lives. My way in court was over. Queen inheritance left me the title of Cronista Mayor of Señorio de Segorbe, still being a woman; I had been grown in the court and writing was my passion and my most noble tool and my dialectic fencing. On his deathbed I promised my queen write the memory of her life, she knew no one like me sew the garment from his days as anyone could. Through tears and groans he remembered suffering the loss of their children and love she had felt for his land, in which it showed that improved partly during our stays. Earth, where the king had a magical and sacred vision.

All the Lordship of Segorbe wept in mourning the loss of his Queen, crepes, half cuatribarrada, half Crescent inverted and black ribbons, filled the facades of houses next to the flower pots of carnations and daisies that added a touch of color. The Queen of Segorbe had died. A feeling of fear and grief washed over me, should not let the melancholy enveloped my life, his shadow was wet and cold. I ran to my home pay. Only my people and my custom in my estate Penalba, getting rescue of such a state. Under the north face of Star Castle in Segorbe, along the river. He spent the cold winter days in front of the fireplace. The oak logs crackling fire and the embers were my company. I, pen in hand trying to draw letters that had been of those years of culture and power. In the Hacienda, objects; as daggers and sword of my father, the work fabric that my mother had embroidered reminded me of my dearest childhood, she also remembered that my parents had not resisted the scourge of the Riders, War and Plague had brought while I was away at court. At that time devoted all my effort to write this diary, Chronicle of Dona Maria.

My peaceful rest came news of the Court. The Dominican friar Fray Vicente Ferrer, brother of Fray Bonifacio, communicated to the King Martin I the Human the biggest blow of his life. His son King of Sicily Martin the Younger, had died at the age of 36 years, after putting down the rebellion of the Sardinians at the Battle of San Luri in 1409, the result of a malignant fevers. The inheritance of Wifredo the Hairy, Count of Barcelona first extinguished; with his bleeding fingers drew on the floor, grab a handful of earth: cuatribarrada, blood red and yellow earth, symbol of our kingdom. The lineage of Navarra, founded in 809 by Iñigo Arista also coursed through the veins of the king also disappeared. The king told me in a letter he remembered crying as their correspondence with her son, she urged the young king of Sicily to take care of epidemics and dangerous allies, encouraging them especially to have offspring that would ensure the continuity of lineage and marriage of their kingdoms. Aires conspiracy by the struggle of succession furrowed the kingdom.




This news reminded me again with anger and tears in his eyes, the satanic idea that the Moon cursed. Not only had carried María de Luna in the prime of his life, also the Riders arrasararon with the life of my little prince Martin, child of my desires, one to which I myself had trained in the art of reading and writing. Tears fell endlessly on paper ink running talked about the greatness of his mother, while I wanted to write how unhappy she was family. The spots were drawing shapes simulating souls in purgatory. Frightened, I got out into the street. Sitting on the edge of the door with eyes waterlogged thought the obituary of King Martin in telling me that only kept him alive the idea of ​​their offspring and stalking of vermin.




To solve the first problem Martin the Humane his 53 years thinking about his grandson Federico bastard 6 years, the result of the constant visits of his son young Sicilian, but lately it was said that he visited the young Sardinian. This provoked strong opposition from the enemies of the Crown to Federico be the next ruler. having not worked the first strategy, King hatched a second plan; marry his niece Doña Margarita de Prades. The wedding was held at the Palace of Bellesguart after Pope Benedict XIII granted their dispensations. Mass officiated the velaciones the Dominican Fray Vicente Ferrer. Link attendees were the same who wanted access to the Crown.




A year later, in spring 1410, the Lordship of Segorbe turn turned to mourning with black ribbons. The Rider of Death rode again and ended up taking its last debt. The bells were chiming Cathedral for 2 hours. Our King Martin I the Human, King of Aragon, Valencia, Mallorca, Sicily, Corsica and Sardinia, Count of Barcelona, ​​Roussillon and Cerdaña died. Just at a time when next to Margarita, his niece, he looked happy. The gossips say that his death was the result of his only obsession, descent, as heard in those parts brews consumed the king to favor their proliferation ended up with the last of their genes.



Before dying did not want Don Martin appoint his successor, he was limited, the day before his death in Valldonsella, to declare and send before the conselleres of Barcelona and prothonotary and clerk, "which may succeed him in that crown constase be owed rightfully,". This irresolution in a matter of such importance, his aversion Count of Urgel, and the desire and idea that wearing his grandson succeed him bastard Don Federico, who commanded educate attributed extraordinary dedication. Much blood and two years of civil war cost the irresolution of Don Martin, until they could understand the parliaments of Aragon, Catalonia and Valencia, and to end the claims of the various candidates for the succession of the deceased monarch.




In 1412 the Caspe in the Kingdom succession was decided was held. Fray Vicente Ferrer after officiating a Mass recalling the Apocalypse announced in his sermon in the main church of Caspe, the succession to the kingdom and the arrival of Peace result of an agreement emerged in the Commitment; Fernando de Trastamara King of Castile and Aragon now became the chosen one. Catalan interests of the Castilian Mesta wool and figures like Vicente Ferrer or Papa Luna himself favored that surrender the eternal rival. The people kneeling sang the "Te Deum laudamos" in honor of the new king of kings. The spectrum of Wifredo cried in his mausoleum. A major step was taken with the Union of the most important kingdoms of the Peninsula. The concept of Spain began to take shape and it was straightforward Segorbe viewer.





chapter 8



Dona Pilar de Penalba and promised Chronicle.



I had, Dona Pilar de Peñalba 55 years old, single and whole. He had finished writing the Chronicle of Maria de Luna. In it, my prose detailing the true brotherly love she had felt for Mary and what God had in store for him history. Rider survived the Death and having not agreed anything with Mefistófenes, Pope Luna and I resist and bury our loved ones. Segorbe had prospered much. High quality ceramics with verdáceos tones and azulones and looms as an explosion of color invaded the streets. Market Beasts was a bustle of people of all faiths: Jewish, Moorish, Moors, Christians Avignon, Rome in peace and under the same sky looked like a Babel bienavenida. Livestock parading showing the quality of our cabin. I decided to buy a gray mare that had licked my hand, my dear Babieca. Together touring the region, often hummed the broken foot he had created for Mary. It

is said that the Evil One ,
a pact with the moon;
. Seeks to settle

And Death and dance
lurked Mary
. In his crib

Pope alive followed.
the destination with its moon,
nor could.

When it looked like it would end this tale of chivalry and deeds, as an unexpected wave, in one of my rides that used to climb the Cerro de Sopeña, next to the Castle, the rain surprised me. I decided to take shelter in a position of amphorae and pitchers. Under the wet canvas eyes saw my first love. A cold sweat through my body. I released my duties I fell. A potter mudejar Jerica captivated me, and in my maturity. Our religions were antagonistic but we do not. Both Hissam like myself had survived our faith and were about to be reborn from our ashes, like the phoenix. My alfadidín.



It is never too late if that is good, they say. We loved each other until the end of our days back to our respective gods and surrounded by the Rio Palancia our valley. We asked in our will be buried together facing Mecca in the Valley Height Christ. And we ordain, that all our goods were delivered to charity. The city as a thank you , created the Tombola Pilar Charitable order to raise money to cover the costs of the most disadvantaged children and the elderly. Hissam and I thought that with this merciful offering, we would have better life in the hereafter.

End

Pedro Jimenez Soria

domingo, 16 de octubre de 2016

Por Ferraz y cierra España y las Aventuras del PSOE Errante


CUADERNO DE BITÁCORA DEL PSOE ERRANTE


"Por Ferraz y cierra España y las aventuras del PSOE Errante”
Artículo de opinión de Pedro Jiménez Soria

 "No se puede consentir más la Piratería política  , el PSOE Errante  no se elige dedocráticamente , haciendo caso omiso al Código de Navegación y a su tripulación, las Bases , con amotinamientos mar adentro . El PSOE no puede destituir a su Secretario General por presiones oportunistas con intereses oscuros .El PSOE  Errante no se hunde,  aguantó desde su Fundación  una Dictadura de Derechas , y ha llegado a cumplir 137 años ; ergo , nunca ha estado, ni estará más al borde de hacer aguas como hoy. Lo que no consiguió el Franquismo, lo ha conseguido el Felipismo ".

Cuaderno de Bitácora del Ferraz Errante
Reflexiones de un Grumete "sanchista ", segorbino.


Octubre de 2016 , Costas de Gibraltar .

"En estos días de tormenta Blanca ,mientras El Gran Capitán , Pedro Sánchez ha intentado mantener firme el Galeón Errante del PSOE , escorando la nao a la izquierda y fiel a la firme decisión del no al PP, ha sucumbido en las marismas de la Mafia Política establecida ,  la que hoy, nos gobierna en funciones. Una conocida Filibustera , La Perla de los ERES , Susana Díaz ha ido urdiendo y  ganando adeptos para dónde dije digo ,digo Diego y derrocar al líder que ella mismo encumbró ,en oposición a Madina , ; el Gran Capitán socialista Pedro Sánchez.

Desde su elección , Pedro Sánchez , con un gesto de gallardía y valentía recogió el guante y el timón , para dirigir el Galeón Errante del PSOE más tocado de la historia del Partido. La causa principal :  el incipiente , creciente y utópico; Podemos , el cual , aglutinando a IU y una izquierda cegada por el mesianismo político del corso Pablo Iglesias , ha mermado el voto al PSOE .¡ No Pedro Sánchez! . Aunque hoy día , el partido morado más bien parece un partido regionalista que una izquierda definida . Con este panorama , el Gran Capitán es abandonado desde el principio por el apoyo pleno de sus compañeros , intentando dirigir el Ferraz Errante. mar adentro , aún con este plantel de dificultades.

En aguas profundas de confusión social y fruto de esta coyuntura política en las izquierdas, se le ha echado la culpa, de  no haber aumentado el volumen de votantes tras las Elecciones ,aunque consigue más que Rubalcaba sin Podemos. Se le ha tachado de traidor por  decantarse al regionalismo y Podemos , cuando PP y PSOE en su historia han gobernado con Pujol.

El Felipismo o La  Gran Traición del Código de Navegación del Errante , haciendo gala de sus tentáculos ha dado un golpe de timón tras haber eliminado al Almirantazgo del Gran Capitán ,Sánchez. Unas serie de supuestos Barones Corsarios,  al mando de la Perla  de los ERES , Susana Díaz,   con más nombre que rigor político, se han infiltrado y amotinado en el Errante Ferraz . Han ido , paralelamente dinamitando la Proa bajo la batuta de la X del Gal , Felipe Caustico, el Bucanero X , famoso político que dejó la Generación X e Y , en el ostracismo social , y padre del Felipismo. De ahí mi simpatía. El Errante PSOE está en manos de la Piratería Política.

Es el miedo a Podemos y a ideas socialdemócratas en el Horizonte Social,   lo que no consiente el Sistema , la Troica y el IBEX 35 , una Logia de Iluminatis que desde una calculadora hacen negocio con el Futuro de Europa y España y sus gentes . El Golpe se fragua con sus  mercenarios , subcontratados  con puertas giratorias más sustanciosas que su época de política  activa , este motivo obliga al mercenario Bucanero X ;  Felipe González a tener que posicionarse a las Ordenes de la mano que le da de comer. Al margen del Código de Navegación, inspirados en el discurso del Bucanero Felipe X el Caustico  conspiran desde el  Mediático a cambio de asegurarse la perpetuidad de su status, metiendo ponzoña y hundiendo la Bodega del Errante.

 Otro de los cañoneros que se ha sumado al amotinamiento ha sido  siempre el color del dinero; El Poder Mediático . Televisión, Internet , Prensa han ido dando eco al supuesto mal rumbo del PSOE ,con la intención de hacerlo virar a la derecha, cerca de la isla del Tesoro . Lugar desde  dónde el Pirata Barba Plata , Rajoy les espera con los brazos abiertos para seguir repartiendo el botín. El Oro es la única motivación del Capitalismo Global del Sistema.

 Por " Ferraz y cierra España" gritan los ladrones isleños del PP ,Partido Pirata ; en la playa, al ver el maltrecho Errante.  Después de las aventuras en Alta mar, el Pirata Barba Plata, recibe a los amotinados y restos del naufragio. Bajo la lluvia del Pilar , el romance “turnismo por abstención”,  entre la Perla de los ERES y Barba Plata comienza a escribirse.

Una de las voces a favor de Sánchez ; voz que en otrora , el Bucanero X González ,hizo callar, a traición se ha manifestado estos días. En una época similar a esta ,en la que el Errante quedó a manos de la voluntad de su tripulación para elegir capitán , habiéndose reunido las Bases en Primarias,  y decidido el que sería su dirigente , el supuesto  retirado Bucanero González, volvió a amotinar al Errante y echó a los tiburones al Capitán de Fragata que la Tripulación había elegido democráticamente por las Primarias, para que  gobernara la nave en busca de Nuevos Horizontes. Aquella fue la Leyenda fallida del catalán y español , una de las voces en defensa de Sánchez , el querido por las bases , Capitán de Fragata, Josep Borrell . 

 "No se puede consentir más la Piratería política  , el PSOE Errante  no se elige dedocráticamente , haciendo caso omiso al Código de Navegación y a su tripulación, las Bases , con amotinamientos mar adentro . El PSOE no puede destituir a su Secretario General por presiones oportunistas con intereses oscuros .El PSOE  Errante no se hunde,  aguantó desde su Fundación  una Dictadura de Derechas , y ha llegado a cumplir 137 años ; ergo , nunca ha estado, ni estará más al borde de hacer aguas como hoy. Lo que no consiguió el Franquismo, lo ha conseguido el Felipismo ".

 Cuando hay ratas a bordo ,hay que fulminarlas no abandonar el barco. El amotinamiento encabezado por la Perla de los ERES no es legal, es  un golpe de Estado mediocre dentro del Galeón Errante, por incumplimiento del Código. La tripulación , o Bases del Partido tienen que quitar o poner al Capitán, es por esto que los afiliados socialistas exigimos unas Primarias para derrocar una Gestora por imposición, no nata desde las Bases e impuesta por el IBEX35 . Estamos reuniendo firmas entorno a la exigencia de que se cumplan los principios democráticos o protocolos de decisión plurales, abiertos y participativos desde la herramienta más transparente y justa de la democracia política ;El Cambio por las Bases de las Primarias. El Sistema y El Rey, aunque no salgan en la   foto son las figuras que pilotan todo el entramado del Motín.

Fin del cuaderno y llegada a puerto. Alea jacta est.

Pedro Jiménez Soria, afiliado al PSPV/ PSOE de Segorbe. October 2016