Estás tres palabras se nutren la una a la otra. Pero el amor💖 es algo aparte. La fe🙏 es la certeza a la cual nos aferramos para obtener aquello que anhelamos, es la convicción de que algo que no existe ocurrirá. La esperanza 🌹es el aliento que nos sostiene cuando algo está casi perdido o nos lastima profundamente.
Espero que disfruten mucho mi humilde trabajo esperando volvernos a encontrar la próxima semana si nuestro señor Jesucristo nos lo permite. 🤠🇻🇪🤝🎶✨🌄🌿
Tema: Un joropo entreverao
Autor: Julio Miranda
Y al creador del universo
Por haberme permitido
Cantar con gran sentimiento
A las flores, al amor
Al campo y al llano adentro
A los ríos, al camino
Y al mar de dónde provengo
Tralalalay a mi patria tan querida
A Bolívar noble y bueno
Forjador de libertades
Luchador y buen guerrero
A mí viejita querida
La mujer que yo más quiero
Ella me trajo a este mundo
Me amamantó de pequeño
Que Dios te bendiga madre
Y me brindes tu consuelo
Para que no sufras tanto
Y siempre estés sonriendo
Tralalalay que no le faltara nunca
Me aconsejaba mi viejo
Por qué el amor de una madre
Es lo más puro y más tierno
Hoy le pido a mis hermanos
Que me le brinden afecto
Que yo a mí viejita santa
La llevo en mi pensamiento
A todo aquel que me escucha
Le quiero dar un consejo
Cuiden a su madrecita
Hasta el último momento
El que no la tenga viva
Que le rece un padre nuestro
Para que descanse en paz
Allá en la gloria del cielo
Por los siglos de los siglos
A la diestra del supremo
Que en una tumba sus restos
Se harán polvo con el tiempo
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*Howdy friends of Hive and #openmic again with all of you in this week number (151) 🌿faith, hope and love🌿 three words with a lot of value for us. On this occasion I present again a very special joropo recio as it fits perfectly to the theme of the week (151), the theme is authored by Julio Miranda the late singer-songwriter of love. In his song he gives infinite gratitude to all the good moments that happened to him in life, to his homeland where he was born, but above all he is grateful to God almighty, and secondly to his beloved mother, the one who gave him life.
These three words nourish each other. But love💖 is something separate. Faith🙏 is the certainty to which we cling to obtain what we long for, it is the conviction that something that does not exist will happen. Hope 🌹is the breath that sustains us when something is almost lost or hurts us deeply.
I hope you enjoy my humble work very much hoping to meet again next week if our Lord Jesus Christ allows us*. 🤠🇻🇪🤝🎶✨🌄🌿
Subject: A joropo entreverao
Author: Julio Miranda
I give thanks to life
And to the creator of the universe
For having allowed me
To sing with great feeling
To flowers, to love
To the countryside and the plains within
To the rivers, to the road
And to the sea where I come from
Tralalalalay to my beloved homeland
To noble and good Bolivar
Forger of liberties
Fighter and good warrior
To my dear old lady
The woman I love the most
She brought me into this world
She breastfed me when I was a child
May God bless you mother
And give me your comfort
So that you won't suffer so much
And always be smiling
Tralalalalay that you will never lack
My old man used to advise me
Why a mother's love
Is the purest and most tender
Today I ask my brothers and sisters
That they give me affection
That I carry my holy old lady
I carry her in my thoughts
To everyone who listens to me
I want to give you some advice
Take care of your little mother
Until the last moment
Whoever doesn't have her alive
Let him pray an Our Father
So that she may rest in peace
There in the glory of heaven
For ever and ever
At the right hand of the supreme
That in a tomb his remains
Will turn to dust with time
