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Primera Parte:<\/b><\/p>\n
\n<\/b>LOS MOTIVOS DEL LOBO.
\n<\/b>Rub\u00e9n Dar\u00edo.
\nNicaragua.<\/p>\n
El var\u00f3n que tiene coraz\u00f3n de lis,
\nalma de querube, lengua celestial,
\nel m\u00ednimo y dulce Francisco de As\u00eds,
\nest\u00e1 con un rudo y torvo animal,
\nbestia temerosa, de sangre y de robo,
\nlas fauces de furia, los ojos de mal:
\nel lobo de Gubbio, el terrible lobo,
\nrabioso, ha asolado los alrededores;
\ncruel ha deshecho todos los reba\u00f1os;
\ndevor\u00f3 corderos, devor\u00f3 pastores,
\ny son incontables sus muertes y da\u00f1os.<\/p>\n
Fuertes cazadores armados de hierros
\nfueron destrozados. Los duros colmillos
\ndieron cuenta de los m\u00e1s bravos perros,
\ncomo de cabritos y de corderillos.<\/p>\n
Francisco sali\u00f3:
\nal lobo busc\u00f3
\nen su madriguera.
\nCerca de la cueva encontr\u00f3 a la fiera
\nenorme, que al verle se lanz\u00f3 feroz
\ncontra \u00e9l. Francisco, con su dulce voz,
\nalzando la mano,
\nal lobo furioso dijo: \u2013 \u00a1Paz, hermano
\n<\/i>lobo! \u2013 <\/i>El animal
\ncontempl\u00f3 al var\u00f3n de tosco sayal;
\ndej\u00f3 su aire arisco,
\ncerr\u00f3 las abiertas fauces agresivas,
\ny dijo: \u2013 \u00a1Est\u00e1 bien, hermano Francisco! \u2013
\n<\/i>\u00a1C\u00f3mo! \u2013<\/i>exclam\u00f3 el santo-. \u00bfEs ley que t\u00fa vivas
\n<\/i>de horror y de muerte?
\n<\/i>\u00bfLa sangre que vierte
\n<\/i>tu hocico diab\u00f3lico, el duelo y espanto
\n<\/i>que esparces, el llanto
\n<\/i>de los campesinos, el grito, el dolor
\n<\/i>de tanta criatura de Nuestro Se\u00f1or,
\n<\/i>no han de contener tu encono infernal?
\n<\/i>\u00bfVienes del infierno?
\n<\/i>\u00bfTe ha infundido acaso su rencor eterno
\n<\/i>Luzbel o Belial?
\n<\/i>Y el gran lobo, humilde: \u00a1Es duro el invierno,
\n<\/i>y es horrible el hambre! En el bosque helado
\n<\/i>no hall\u00e9 qu\u00e9 comer; y busqu\u00e9 el ganado,
\n<\/i>y en veces com\u00ed ganado y pastor.
\n<\/i>\u00bfLa sangre? Yo vi m\u00e1s de un cazador
\n<\/i>sobre su caballo, llevando el azor
\n<\/i>al pu\u00f1o; o correr tras el jabal\u00ed,
\n<\/i>el oso o el ciervo; y a m\u00e1s de uno vi
\n<\/i>mancharse de sangre, herir, torturar,
\n<\/i>de las roncas trompas al sordo clamor,
\n<\/i>a los animales de Nuestro Se\u00f1or.
\n<\/i>Y no era por hambre, que iban a cazar.<\/i><\/p>\n
Francisco responde: En el hombre existe mala levadura.
\n<\/i>Cuando nace viene con pecado. Es triste.
\n<\/i>Mas el alma simple de la bestia es pura.
\n<\/i>T\u00fa vas a tener
\n<\/i>desde hoy qu\u00e9 comer.
\n<\/i>Dejar\u00e1s en paz
\n<\/i>reba\u00f1os y gente en este pa\u00eds.
\n<\/i>\u00a1Que Dios melifique tu ser montaraz!
\n<\/i>Est\u00e1 bien, hermano Francisco de As\u00eds.<\/i><\/p>\n
Ante el Se\u00f1or, que todo ata y desata,
\n<\/i>en fe de promesa ti\u00e9ndeme la pata.<\/i><\/p>\n
El lobo tendi\u00f3 la pata al hermano
\nde As\u00eds, que a su vez le alarg\u00f3 la mano.
\nFueron a la aldea. La gente ve\u00eda
\ny lo que miraba casi no cre\u00eda.
\nTras el religioso iba el lobo fiero,
\ny, baja la testa, quieto le segu\u00eda
\ncomo un can de casa, o como un cordero.<\/p>\n
Francisco llam\u00f3 la gente a la plaza
\ny all\u00ed predic\u00f3.
\nY dijo: He aqu\u00ed una amable caza.
\n<\/i>El hermano lobo se viene conmigo;
\n<\/i>me jur\u00f3 no ser ya vuestro enemigo,
\n<\/i>y no repetir su ataque sangriento.
\n<\/i>Vosotros, en cambio, dar\u00e9is su alimento
\n<\/i>a la pobre bestia de Dios. \u00a1As\u00ed sea!,
\n<\/i>contest\u00f3 la gente toda de la aldea.
\nY luego, en se\u00f1al
\nde contentamiento,
\nmovi\u00f3 testa y cola el buen animal,
\ny entr\u00f3 con Francisco de As\u00eds al convento.<\/p>\n
Alg\u00fan tiempo estuvo el lobo tranquilo Cuando volvi\u00f3 al pueblo el divino santo, Francisco de As\u00eds se puso severo. En nombre del Padre del sacro universo, El santo de As\u00eds no le dijo nada. Diciembre de 1913.<\/p>\n [:en]First part:<\/p>\n The Motives of the Wolf<\/strong> The man with heart of lis, Strong hunters armed with irons, Francis went out: Francis answers: There is bad yeast in man. Before the Lord, who binds all and unties all, The wolf gave his paw to the brother Francis called the people to the square, For some time, the wolf remained quiet When the divine saint came back to the village, Francis of Assisi went grave. The holy man from Assisi said nothing. December 1913<\/p>\n [:]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" [:es] Primera Parte: LOS MOTIVOS DEL LOBO. Rub\u00e9n Dar\u00edo. Nicaragua. El var\u00f3n que tiene coraz\u00f3n de lis, alma de querube, lengua celestial, el m\u00ednimo y dulce Francisco de As\u00eds, est\u00e1 con un rudo y torvo animal, bestia temerosa, de sangre y de robo, las fauces de furia, los ojos de mal: el lobo de Gubbio, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":46540,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[51,118,955,935],"tags":[926,545,87,148,27,483],"class_list":["post-46539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-autor","category-ezln","category-ezln-temas","category-temas","tag-ezln","tag-pueblos-indigenas","tag-represion","tag-resistencia","tag-solidaridad","tag-tierra-y-territorio"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46539","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=46539"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":46556,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46539\/revisions\/46556"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/46540"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=46539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=46539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/radiozapatista.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=46539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nen el santo asilo.
\nSus bastas orejas los salmos o\u00edan
\ny los claros ojos se le humedec\u00edan.
\nAprendi\u00f3 mil gracias y hac\u00eda mil juegos
\ncuando a la cocina iba con los legos.
\nY cuando Francisco su oraci\u00f3n hac\u00eda,
\nel lobo las pobres sandalias lam\u00eda.
\nSal\u00eda a la calle,
\niba por el monte, descend\u00eda al valle,
\nentraba en las casas y le daban algo
\nde comer.\u00a0 <\/span>Mir\u00e1banle como a un manso galgo.
\nUn d\u00eda, Francisco se ausent\u00f3. Y el lobo
\ndulce, el lobo manso y bueno, el lobo probo,
\ndesapareci\u00f3, torn\u00f3 a la monta\u00f1a,
\ny recomenzaron su aullido y su sa\u00f1a.
\nOtra vez sinti\u00f3se el temor, la alarma,
\nentre los vecinos y entre los pastores;
\ncolmaba el espanto los alrededores,
\nde nada serv\u00edan el valor y el arma,
\npues la bestia fiera
\nno dio treguas a su furor jam\u00e1s,
\ncomo si tuviera
\nfuegos de Moloch y de Satan\u00e1s.<\/p>\n
\ntodos lo buscaron con quejas y llanto,
\ny con mil querellas dieron testimonio
\nde lo que sufr\u00edan y perd\u00edan tanto
\npor aquel infame lobo del demonio.<\/p>\n
\nSe fue a la monta\u00f1a
\na buscar al falso lobo carnicero.
\nY junto a su cueva hall\u00f3 a la alima\u00f1a.<\/p>\n
\n<\/i>conj\u00farote <\/i>-dijo-, \u00a1oh lobo perverso!,
\n<\/i>a que me respondas: \u00bfPor qu\u00e9 has vuelto al mal?
\n<\/i>Contesta. Te escucho.
\n<\/i>Como en sorda lucha, habl\u00f3 el animal,
\nla boca espumosa y el ojo fatal:
\n-Hermano Francisco, no te acerques mucho\u2026
\n<\/i>Yo estaba tranquilo all\u00e1 en el convento;
\n<\/i>al pueblo sal\u00eda,
\n<\/i>y si algo me daban estaba contento
\n<\/i>y manso com\u00eda.
\n<\/i>Mas empec\u00e9 a ver que en todas las casas
\n<\/i>estaban la Envidia, la Sa\u00f1a, la Ira,
\n<\/i>y en todos los rostros ard\u00edan las brasas
\n<\/i>de odio, de lujuria, de infamia y mentira.
\n<\/i>Hermanos a hermanos hac\u00edan la guerra,
\n<\/i>perd\u00edan los d\u00e9biles, ganaban los malos,
\n<\/i>hembra y macho eran como perro y perra,
\n<\/i>y un buen d\u00eda todos me dieron de palos.
\n<\/i>Me vieron humilde, lam\u00eda las manos
\n<\/i>y los pies. Segu\u00eda tus sagradas leyes,
\n<\/i>todas las criaturas eran mis hermanos:
\n<\/i>los hermanos hombres, los hermanos bueyes,
\n<\/i>hermanas estrellas y hermanos gusanos.
\n<\/i>Y as\u00ed, me apalearon y me echaron fuera.
\n<\/i>Y su risa fue como un agua hirviente,
\n<\/i>y entre mis entra\u00f1as revivi\u00f3 la fiera,
\n<\/i>y me sent\u00ed lobo malo de repente;
\n<\/i>mas siempre mejor que esa mala gente.
\n<\/i>Y recomenc\u00e9 a luchar aqu\u00ed,
\n<\/i>a me defender y a me alimentar.
\n<\/i>Como el oso hace, como el jabal\u00ed,
\n<\/i>que para vivir tienen que matar.
\n<\/i>D\u00e9jame en el monte, d\u00e9jame en el risco,
\n<\/i>d\u00e9jame existir en mi libertad,
\n<\/i>vete a tu convento, hermano Francisco,
\n<\/i>sigue tu camino y tu santidad.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nLe mir\u00f3 con una profunda mirada,
\ny parti\u00f3 con l\u00e1grimas y con desconsuelos,
\ny habl\u00f3 al Dios eterno con su coraz\u00f3n.
\nEl viento del bosque llev\u00f3 su oraci\u00f3n,
\nque era: Padre nuestro, que est\u00e1s en los cielos\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n
\nRub\u00e9n Dar\u00edo
\nNicaragua<\/p>\n
\ncherub\u2019s, celestial tongue,
\nthe minimal and sweet Francis of Assisi,
\nfinds himself with a rude and grim animal,
\nfearful beast, of blood and theft,
\nfurious jaws, evil eyes:
\nthe wolf of Gubbio, the terrible wolf,
\nrabid, has devastated the land;
\nhas cruelly destroyed all the flocks;
\nhas devoured the lamb, has devoured the shepherds,
\ndeaths and damages he has caused are countless.<\/p>\n
\nwere destroyed. The hard fangs
\naccounted for the toughest dogs
\nas if they were goatlings and baa-lambs.<\/p>\n
\nand searched for the wolf
\nat his burrow.
\nNear the cave, he found the enormous beast,
\nwho, upon seeing him, ferociously jumped
\nat him. Francis, with his sweet voice,
\nand raising his hand,
\ntold the furious wolf: \u2013 Peace, brother
\nwolf! \u2013 The animal
\ngazed at the man with the rough sackcloth;
\nlet down his surly air,
\nclosed the aggressive open jaws,
\nand said: \u2013Alright, brother Francis! \u2013
\nWhat is this! \u2013exclaimed the saint\u2014. Is it the law that you live
\nby horror and death?
\nThe blood spilt
\nby your diabolical snout, the grief and terror
\nthat you spread, the crying
\nof peasants, the screams, the pain
\nof so many creatures of Our Lord,
\nshould they not contain your diabolical bitterness?
\nDo you come from hell?
\nHave, perhaps, Luzbel or Belial,
\ninstilled you with their eternal resentment?
\nAnd the great wolf, humbly: Winter is hard,
\nand hunger is horrible! In the frozen forest
\nI found nothing to eat; so, I searched for cattle,
\nand sometimes ate cattle and shepherd.
\nThe blood? I saw more than one hunter
\non his horse, carrying a goshawk
\non his fist; or running behind the wild boar,
\nthe bear or the deer; and I saw more than one
\nget stained in blood, hurt, torture,
\nfrom the hoarse trunks to the deaf clamor,
\nthe animals of Our Lord.
\nAnd it was not due to hunger that they were hunting.<\/p>\n
\nWhen he is born, he comes with sin. It is sad.
\nBut the simple soul of the beast is pure.
\nYou will have,
\nfrom this day onward, something to eat.
\nYou will leave in peace
\nherds and people in this country.
\nMay God mellow your wild being!
\nAlright, brother Francis.<\/p>\n
\nin faith of promise, give me your paw.<\/p>\n
\nof Assisi, who in return gave his hand.
\nThey walked to the village. People saw,
\nand what they saw, they almost could not believe.
\nBehind the religious man went the fierce wolf,
\nand, with a low head and still, it followed him,
\nas a house dog, or a lamb.<\/p>\n
\nand there he preached.
\nAnd said: Here is an amiable hunt.
\nBrother wolf comes with me;
\nhe swore to me not to be your foe,
\nand not to repeat its bloody attack.
\nYou, in exchange, will feed
\nthis poor creature of God. Amen!
\nAnswered the people form the whole village.
\nAnd then, as a sign
\nof contentment,
\nthe good animal moved head and tail,
\nand entered the convent with Francis of Assisi.<\/p>\n
\nin the holy asylum.
\nHis large ears listened to the psalms
\nand his light eyes became moist.
\nIt learned a thousand talents and played a thousand games
\nWhen he went to the kitchen with the laymen.
\nAnd when Francis prayed,
\nthe wolf, the poor sandals, caressed.
\nHe went out to the street,
\nhe went to the hill, came down to the valley,
\ncame into the houses, and was given
\nsome food. They saw him as a gentle greyhound.
\nOne day, Francis went away. And the sweet wolf,
\nthe meek and good wolf, the honest wolf,
\ndisappeared, went back to the mountain,
\nand his howling and fury began again.
\nAgain, there was fear, there was alarm,
\namong neighbors and shepherds;
\nfilled the surroundings with fear,
\ncourage and arms were no good,
\nfor the fierce beast,
\nnever gave truce to his fury,
\nas if he had
\nthe fires of Moloch and Satan.<\/p>\n
\nall came to him with complaints and tears,
\nand with a thousand wails they gave testimony,
\nof what they suffered and lost
\nby that infamous demon wolf.<\/p>\n
\nHe went to the mountain
\nTo look for the false butcher wolf.
\nAnd found the vermin by his cave.
\nIn the name of the father of the holy universe,
\nI conjure you \u2013 he said \u2013, Oh wicked wolf!,
\nto answer to me: why have you gone back to evil?
\nAnswer. I hear you.
\nAs in a deaf struggle the animal spoke,
\nthe foaming mouth and the fatal eye:
\n\u2013 Brother Francis, do not come too near\u2026
\nI was quiet there in the convent;
\nI visited the village,
\nand if they gave me something, I was happy,
\nand ate meekly.
\nBut I started to see that in all of the houses
\nthere was envy, anger and rage,
\nand in every face burnt fathoms
\nof hatred, lust, infamy and lies.
\nBrothers made war to brothers,
\nthe weak lost, the evil won,
\nfemale and male were like dogs and bitches,
\nand then came the day when they all hit me with sticks.
\nThey saw me humble, I licked their hands
\nand feet. I followed your sacred laws,
\nall creatures were my siblings:
\nbrother men, brother oxen,
\nsister stars and brother worms.
\nAnd thus, they hit me and threw me out.
\nAnd their laughter was like boiling water,
\nand the beast revived within my gut,
\nand I suddenly felt a bad wolf again;
\nbut always better than those bad people.
\nAnd restarted to fight here,
\nto defend myself and to feed myself.
\nAs the bear does, as the wild boar does,
\nthat in order to live they have to kill.
\nLeave me in the mountain, leave me in the crag,
\nlet me be at my liberty,
\ngo back to your convent, brother Francis,
\ngo back to your way and sanctity.<\/p>\n
\nLooked at the wolf with a profound gaze,
\nand parted with tears and heartbroken,
\nand spoke to the eternal God with his heart.
\nThe wind from the forest carried his prayer,
\nwhich said: Our father who art in Heaven\u2026<\/p>\n