HIVE OPEN MIC, Week number 63, speaks to you, The theme that summons us is NARRATOR, which is nothing other than describing, narrating, telling a legend, story, myth, feelings, places or characters. With great daring, I want to narrate singing, a musical and literal jewel, because she tells us, from the point of view of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the moment they are crucifying our Lord Jesus Christ. I confess that it has been difficult for me to mount it, since I cannot stop feeling in my heart, imagining that immense pain that as a mother she must have lived. This masterful work was carried out by Martín Valverde, with God's permission I will interpret THE DIARY OF MARY. GOD BLESS YOU.
El Diario de María
Y entre tanto llanto
Parece mentira
Que te hayan clavado
Que seas el pequeño
Al que he acunado
Y que se dormía
Tan pronto en mis brazos
El que se reía
Al mirar el cielo
Y cuando rezaba
Se ponía serio
Sobre este madero
Veo aquel pequeño
Que entre los doctores
Hablaba en el templo
Que cuando pregunté
Respondió con calma
Que de los asuntos
De Dios se encargaba
Ese mismo niño
El que está en la cruz
El rey de los hombres
Se llama Jesús
Ese mismo hombre
Ya no era un niño
Cuando en esa boda
Le pedí más vino
Que dio de comer
A un millar de gente
Y a pobres y enfermos
Los miró de frente
Rió con aquellos
A quienes más quiso
Y lloró en silencio
Al morir su amigo
Ya cae la tarde
Se nublan los cielos
Pronto volverás
A tu Padre Eterno
Duérmete pequeño
Duérmete mi niño
Que yo te he entregado
Todo mi cariño
Como en Nazareth
Aquella mañana
He aquí tu sierva
He aquí tu esclava
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I look into your eyes
And between so much crying
It seems like a lie
That they nailed you
That you are the little one
Whom I have cradled
And that he fell asleep
So soon in my arms
The one who laughed
Looking at the sky
And when he prayed
He got serious
On this tree
I see that little
That among the doctors
He spoke in the temple
That when i asked
He calmly replied
What of the issues
God was in charge
That same boy
The one on the cross
The king of men
His name is jesus
That same man
He was no longer a child
When at that wedding
I asked for more wine
That he fed
To a thousand people
And the poor and the sick
He looked at them head on
He laughed with those
Whom he loved the most
And he cried silently
When his friend died
Evening is falling
The skies are clouded
Soon you will return
To your Eternal Father
Go to sleep little
Fall asleep my child
That I have given you
All my Love
As in nazareth
That morning
Behold your servant
Here is your slave