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Many Christians around the world annually celebrate Epiphany on January
6. It is a public holiday in many countries and marks two events in
Jesus Christ's life, according to the Christian Bible. The first event
was when the three wise men, or kings, visited infant Jesus. The second
event was when St John the Baptist baptized Jesus.

The bread which you use is the bread of the hungry; the garment hanging in your wardrobe is the garment of him
who is naked; the shoes you do not wear are the shoes of the one who is barefoot; the acts of charity that you do
not perform are so many injustices that you commit.


from the Liturgy of  St. Basil

Vassilopita: Greek New Year's Cake

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THE RETURN OF PARTHENON MARBLES FROM THE BRITISH MUSEUM

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el maestro en su voz...







Me gustas cuando callas


Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
.
Como todas las cosas estan llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mia.
Mariposa de sueno, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolii­a.
.
Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.
Y estas como quejandote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
De jame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
.
De jame que te hable tambien con tu silencio
claro como una lampara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.


I Like for You to be Still

I like for you to be still: it as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
Your are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

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