Portal de Lorca
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In the hand of my grandmother and my father Incarnation began to take shape in my feelings and wonder and longing and love Blue Greatness Blue Lady of Sorrows, our pain.
I think we approach the glory to make our own the color of the sky, all the men of the land and brothers in one heart, the Virgin of Sorrows, Queen of Heaven.
This was done in me, this prodigy, it is to be blue, feeling himself tremble when they ennoble the airs of Lorca with the cry of "masks" putting the sensitivity to the surface and the stirrings in the blood waiting for the Mother of God, the Mother of all Blues, Our Lady of Sorrows intends to leave his house to go to our call.
Year after year I have been out by the great portal of San Francisco.
In a silence that shakes the soul in a moment that the Queen of Heaven, the most tender and loving, our Mother, show slow, calm, pain and sadness contained a fine, airy, large and airy as the light of sky, floating and emerging out of a thousand flowers and angels who brought us almost in the air, as it should, to the Mother of God, our Mother, the Virgin Azul.Sin vainglory, nor powers pretty, if not the greatness of a humble woman, so we bring it with eyes rolled up unable to understand even that God has chosen her as Mother.
So we followed through the streets of Lorca and so back with her, telling our joys and hopes, our sorrows and miseries and passing the help you need from God our wound Spain and Ella.
So year after year, Good Friday and Friday, repeating that great miracle of the Mother in each of us since we began to love her until the end of our days.
I acknowledge that a few times in life you can feel the pulse of both heart with a force so intense, so harrowing, that is capable of breaking the night and cause the tears of all present and cry potent and powerful of all the blue when our Mother, the pain returned to his home.
VIVA LA VIRGEN DE LOS DOLORES ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡
Source: Isabel Gimenez
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