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Chestertonian Friends: despite some delay due to the continuing and unavoidable commitments, meals and Christmas dinners, Christmas would like to congratulate you and wish you're having a happy holidays, celebrating the Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ in company your families and friends and pray that God throws at you a happy 2011. I pray especially for those who have nothing, the poor, the sick, sad and disconsolate, to give them food, companionship, comfort and warmth. They reflect a more humble and simple way in which Our Lord was born on Earth. For this I say, fumbling among the poems of our beloved Gilbert Chesterton, I found a very suitable for Christmas, the Nativity in Bethlehem and the theme of 'the homeless', the homeless. I beg you to consider not the fault of my poor translation and I hope you enjoy and make you reflect on those who, during the holidays, they have nothing, no home or people like them or share a meal with them. I leave the poem in English, followed by a translation into Castilian, with the hope that you live intensely these days of Christmas:

THE HOUSE OF CHRISTMAS

There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was homeless
All men are at home.
The crazy stable close at hand,
With shaking timber and shifting sand,
Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand
Than the square stones of Rome.

For men are homesick in their homes,
And strangers under the sun,
And they lay on their heads in a foreign land
Whenever the day is done.
Here we have battle and blazing eyes,
And chance and honour and high surprise,
But our homes are under miraculous skies
Where the yule tale was begun.

A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.

This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.

To an open house in the evening
Home Shall men eat,
To place an Older Than Eden And a workshop
town Than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the Things That Can not Be And That plow,
To the place Where God WAS homeless
And All Men Are at home.

THE CHRISTMAS HOUSE

Far away was a mother driven

In a inn to roam;

To a place where, as she has no roof,

All men are at home.

The crazy stable is very close,

With sand wood shakes and moves,

grew to support and stand a little harder

That the square stones of Rome.

Nostalgic men in their homes,

And strangers under the sun,

They rest their heads in a strange land

When the day is over.

Here are the battle and burning eyes,

And fortune and honor and great surprise,

But our homes live under miraculous skies

Where began the story of the winter solstice.

a child in a stable negligible,

Where the beasts feed and breathe;

only in that place where He does not have a roof

While you and I are in our home;

We working hands and heads that know,

But we lost our hearts, oh, how long!

In a place that no map nor ship can show

Under the huge building of the sky.

This world is wild as a tale of old women,

And it's strange that things are so simple,

Because land is plentiful and the air, enough,

For our wonder and our war;

Our rest is as far as the dragon restless

And we make our peace in impossible things

Where thundering wings sounded inconceivable

About an incredible star.

At an afternoon open house

The home to which men are to come,

To a place as old as the Eden

And highest city Rome .

the end of the path of the star wandering

A things that can not be and yet are,

To the place where God was homeless

And where all men are at home.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

May God bless you and you live a HAPPY 2011, in company with all your loved ones!

From these humble pages , we provide for you and we hope that you bring the Kings, and many gifts, the best: happiness, health, peace and love.

you soon, folks.

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SAN JUAN DE LA CRUZ SPARKLER

blog The Chestertonian SOCIETY OF SPAIN is pleased to present a simple homage to Saint John of the Cross, Patron of the English language poet, Doctor of the Church, written by the wife of the administrator of these pages. She has written a wonderful dissertation dedicated to the saint of Fontiveros (Ávila), "san Juanillo" as she calls it. In his dissertation extract a fragment that we are sure you will like. Read it, it's worth:

should not imagine San Juan de la Cruz as a man dedicated to burning the adventure of the word. Nor should foreshadow the image a bibliophile monk engaged in constant reading of works of profound scholarship. San Juan was a simple man of simple tastes, a lover of life was a gift from God. And as a lover of life that was, loved every word you hear or read, as he loved the slopes and mountains, lonely valleys or islands of strange fantasy.

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in love, an area in which there was never an expert so remarkable, he would not take the mystical way of silence but his heart led him to overflowing with his brothers share the grace of that God made him worthy.

not much different from other Renaissance men of letters should be the formation of San Juan. His university period he marked the path of philosophy and theology.

The Bible managed to find the same inspiration he found transforming Petrarca before him , while it was the table that saved shipwrecked on a thousand occasions of heresy. It was his point of sanity in the frenzy and serene north when his speech was transformed into impassable maze.

Enjoyed with the sweetness of Petrarchan verse, with the sonorous voice of Garcilaso Nemoroso or with the secret wisdom of Fray Luis . And he listened, and made them his "songs of ordinary people like him, because the simplicity of his words found a purity of expression of the heart.

John live in these realities literary alike. And they all converge toward the center. For John there is nothing empty of meaning, all transformed the permeability of his soul and found all Clear path to transcendence.

Although their training was not far from those of men of his time, his personal voice and his way of building a product makes it unusual, timeless and isolated. St. John is a romantic light in a world of Petrarchan lasts. Perhaps like no other found an amazing vein that connected with the deepest and highest of his heart.

never afraid to get out of the molds, the molds never served to any purpose. He did not drink sources as their contemporaries, but found them a sweet snack for your imagination. Never imitated anyone but Christ . Nothing stopped him because his love was not in this world and the way to go was still long. It only took what they needed from what he learned during his life, though some echoes are always present in his writings and distils perfume tasty Song he loved most.

San Juan was an alchemist of words, their signifiers and their meanings, and tradition and ancient wisdom. In his lab poetic Images lived equally recovered from their ecstatic experiences of meditation, nature, recreated and re-creating his steps leading from the verses of the Song , teaching Plato and the ancient and Renaissance Neoplatonism, the words inflamed the daily conversation with Ana Teresa or

All that knew, as anyone in the speech serene transform your heart. In San Juan, Plato Plato does not sound, it sounds like John, Garcilaso seems creationism, the verses are couplets farm orchard or cave, and Bible seeps welcome new text rewriting.

I hope you have enjoyed this text written by my wife, with much love and wisdom. I thank her for allowing me to publish some of your dissertation and you, for reading and commenting. All the best. May God bless and until next time.

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WINTER

these days suffer the rigors of winter with the patience that God has given to each, between delicious snow and heavy rains, though always desirable because it is known that in summer the drought plaguing our country mercilessly. I hope that you may find a comfortable place where you can find shelter to warm, comfortable and unhurried, read if you feel like these sparks winter today. Acomodaos in your seat. Here we go.

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The air controllers' strike has served as an excuse to the Government of José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero to decree a state of alarm, which never happened in democratic Spain. Was it necessary to decree? Was it just the controllers' strike? To what extent are we being manipulated by the government and its related media? To answer these questions no reviews for all tastes. What is clear is that the strike has been a lot of people (even the very Mariano Rajoy, trapped in Lanzarote) and the Government has responded, in my humble opinion, so excessive, although the controllers' strike also was clearly abusive and savage. But then the Government of ZP why did same with the strike of public transport in Madrid? Do they need a punch line? Today in Congress argued that Zapatero has decided to declare a state of alarm that the situation was dire. Good political management deserve the same qualification. We will see in the following months the scope of this decision and if the Government has successful with it or is wrong again.

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The latest round of Country and The Reason have painted a very black future for the PSOE. Appear to be held in these days, the ruling party would take a monumental thud. Not that this is because the PP is making a swift opposition, exciting and dynamic. No, because the PP rather appears to be installed in the attitude of, tired of hating your enemy, sits quietly at the door of his house while waiting to see her walk past the coffin with the body of her rival. Rajoy is doing virtually nothing to merit an outright majority, but as PSOE so badly to continue exercising power, will without a doubt. Citizens are fed up with both leaders are tired of the incompetence and inaction Zapatero Rajoy. PP possibly win the next general election, but I have none so clear. Do not give up for dead to anyone ever, not even the "magician" de la Moncloa, the tightrope of the pictures useful and useless decisions. By the way, will there be early elections? Do we rescue the European Union? Do not go, there's more!

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The recent elections in Catalonia have sealed the triumph of Mr. Artur Mas, and now the third time I tried the siege of the Generalitat . Third time lucky, they say. For now, it seems you do not need big support. What worries me most is that I do not expect to be better than Montilla for Catalonia and, of course, no better than him for the rest of Spain. Continue hearing himself the mantra of separatism and independence movement, and give us the rattle with the anniversary of 2014. Also troubling is a hooligan football and politics as Laporta has made 4 seats in the Catalan parliament. And I worry about what you said Guardiola, coach of Barcelona, \u200b\u200brecently: they are a small country up there ... "Small country? Which country? No, Mr. Guardiola, there are no more country than Spain. Forget once and for all the deluded dream of the "Catalan Countries"!

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And finally, the "Chesterchispazo." We prepared the legalization of our Society Chestertonian. We are thrilled, but go very slowly with the wording of the statutes and paperwork. We can not give a fixed date on the subject but we hope that, between the end of the year and early next year, this company can be legalized and incorporated within the general field of cultural associations. Then the time will give you the good news, to present statutes, the essential purposes of this Society Chestertonian, and to ask that, if you feel like you are part of it as full partners. Then may also inaugurate its own web page, to better develop the objectives of the association. Hopefully soon we can announce that the paperwork is finished and Chestertonian Society was born in Spain.

Until then, take care much. We thank you for your patience in reading these lines and, as always, I wish him well. May God bless and until next time.

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amazed to see how no longer appear new translations and editions of books by GK Chesterton in Spain. One of the latest just came out in September 2010 and entitled The kinds and other articles of faith ( The Thing ), published by Silver Spur, edited and foreword by Enrique Garcia Máiquez and translation itself and Aurora García-Máiquez Rice. Certainly Máiquez Garcia writes a blog, Thunder and lightning, really good and interesting. I recommend you visit it.

The Thing (literally translated as The thing ) is a book of essays that Chesterton wrote in 1929, just seven years after converting to Catholicism. The prologue is right to clarify that 'thing' refers precisely to the heart of the matter, central theme of the Catholic faith. But not only touch the religious issue from the peculiar perspective of Chesterton, but addresses a myriad of topics, from politics to the arts through economics or literature. And this is because of the vast culture of the author and because he liked to refer to many topics related in one way or another with the faith, reason religion.

This book contains articles ("Articles of Faith 'has been called the editors) that Chesterton was writing at various times of his life. Some deal explicitly with their conversion, others refer to Catholicism and encourages all kind spirit, humor and paradox of its author.

There are two articles that are titled exactly "Why am Catholic? "explaining the reasons for his conversion. Right at the beginning of the first says Chesterton "Explain why I am Catholic is difficult: there are ten thousand reasons to add a single reason: that Catholicism is true." He concludes this essay with these wise words: "But the Church is not a movement but a meeting place. The meeting place of all the truths of the world."

Another article is titled "My six conversions", and he, with his characteristic humor, said that in recent years has seen things that would have been converted to Catholicism, if not because it was. The test is divided into seven parts: "The religion of the fossil (The new religions, but born 300 years ago or 400 years), "When the world turned" (on the 1 st World War), "The surrender in sex" (on marriage and divorce), "The liturgical problem (on the liturgy, the Church of England and the Anglo-Catholic), "The collapse of materialism" (about Dr. Forsyth and modern materialism), "The case of Spain" (on the history of our country, Chesterton knew well: in particular, speaks of the general elections of 1933 and the revolution in Asturias) and, finally, "The Pit and the puddles (on democracy, faith and the problems of the modern world, in conclusion .)

The book comes complete with essays so evocative, entertaining and interesting as "Three enemies of the family", "Return Caesar", "Buddhism and Christianity", "Santo Tomás Moro" or "St. Thomas Aquinas, among others. For its originality, the incontrovertible force their values \u200b\u200band ideas, by the humor that oozes and his defense of the Catholic faith and truth, well worth approaching this book , are our beliefs that are, even if we atheists find items of interest in this book.

I hope I have called your attention on this new book by Chesterton which, incidentally, is accompanied by explanatory notes on characters very illustrative of the author's time. And I hope to have bitten your curiosity to the point of making you approach your reading, if you have time and inclination, as the dizzying world today just leaves us space to enjoy good books, and it certainly is.

May God bless and protect you always Virgin. So long, folks.