Basque Alma Miguel de Unamuno
"Egi alde guztietan
Toki onak Badir
Banan biyotzak Diyo
Zoaz Euskalerrirá [1] . Iparraguirre
No one knows but what he says and does, and the soul of a people only in their literature and history meet you, so it is common sense. Is practicable, however, meet the people below the story, in his daily life dark, and under all literature, in their conversations.
"If the people without history are happy, happiest Basques have for centuries," he said of us Canovas del Castillo. In this secular happiness starts our youth, a youth mingled for centuries. But we have not had a history? Do we have missed that Achilles or Homer has sung? "The British people is a people dumb can accomplish great feats, but not describe," Carlyle said of his people, and with more reason he's yours I can I say mine. And just like Carlyle added that his epic, that of the English, is written on the surface of the earth, so I'd say that more modestly and more quietly still, he has written on the surface of the earth and sea in ways my race his poem, a poem of patient work, in Latin America than in any other part.
my people lived for centuries in historical silence in the depths of life, speaking its ancient language, Euskera his , lived in the mountains of oak, beech, elm, ash and walnut trees, carpeted with bracken, gorse and heather , hearing the ocean roar against them broken, and seeing smiling in the sun after the rain stubborn and slow, between ribbons of clouds. The green mountains and the rough Bay of Biscay are the ones we have.
We went late into the culture, and entered it with all the vigor of youth and all the caution of a youth made so slowly, shyly under the same courage. For the Basque, and risky it is to nature, tends to be shy with men, embarrassing. The most courageous Basque seaside has faced the highest risk with quiet calm, the strongest opponent of the items out of my race, de Elcano, the first thing he turned to the world, find self-conscious society. My fellow countryman and close friend Juan Arzadun, in the beautiful story of "Christmas Eve foundling", contained in his beautiful book Poetry (Volume II of the "Library Bascongada Herran Fermin ", Bilbao 1897), speaks of" the beautiful and soothing type of Basque village "that" was passing from their hands of giant beret, full of insurmountable shyness, and smiled vaguely, strong and good-natured as a teen Hercules '. The painting is admirable, on everything from shyness. Anyone who has known groups of students in universities Basques, remember where and how often to meet, and how to escape a certain society. A little of this has contributed not express the natural awkwardness in English, because where it has become, as in Bilbao, the native, things vary.
Vizcaino is the iron that you request;
short on words but long works.
concludes Don Diego de Haro at the grand finale of the first scene of Act I of Prudent woman that Tirso de Molina told us in forty verses in forty volumes which has not been said later. "Short on words, but longer works." Even our words are often action-say so, recently, Basque Grandmontagne-and trust in God that when we are completely broken lips and make our voice heard in the literature English will be our thinking short on words and deeds long.
is, above all, a more nimble and agile people that its active and silent solid intelligence. Il saute comme un Basque, is said proverbially in France, and when we get to write we also jumps and somersaults. And agility is the purest expansion of spontaneous force. See our typical game is the ball. Of the same ideas that we train balls and strengthen our spirit. In recent riots in Bilbao, the ideas that were empendonaron each other, they believe it or not, an excuse to fight.
intelligence of my race is active, practical and energetic, with the power of taciturnity. Has so large thinkers today, as I know, but if large workrooms, and acting is a way, the most complete, perhaps, to think. The feeling of the Basque is a diffuse feeling that not be enclosed in sharp images, sap that resists the prison cell, feeling, so to speak, protoplasmic. Bursts into the music, which is less tied to impoverishing concretions. Gather Iparraguirre lyrics without music, do them translated, and I will be as vulgar and pedestrian. And yet, hear him sing "your fruit spreads and spreads around the world while you worship, holy tree" and as a sea breeze in your heart strong notes, agreeing with them their beats. And is that lyrics and music were designed together as forms of the same substance.
A rough and patiently impetuous character, usually authoritarian. The roughness are good examples of the atrocities that the turbulent factional end of our Middle Ages tells Lope García de Salazar in his book good adventures and fortunes, those grim struggles between Tamudio Butrón and those of Tamudio and Leguizamon, the Leguizamón and Tariaga and Maztiartu, told with mournful monotony of the old writer while in prison for their children in the tower of San Martín de Mesñatones.
and authoritarian, yes, authoritarian, while independent spirit. To send to govern savages or friars, for settlers or for priors that not custom made, wherever necessary identic energy a bit rough and procedures straight, but awkward to govern people and facts, which have to wills and temper arrange bagpipes where flexibility is required first. And when he has to be subordinated Basque, enshrined in the phrase is due, but not enforced; not say no, but yours does.
stubborn Because we do not win another one. "Vizcaino, donkey," they say in reference to our stubbornness, that maybe sometimes it becomes a vice in us, but it is, without doubt, our virtue ordinary capital. If you do not enter another so the nail, we will put a nod. But our stubbornness is less violent than that of Aragon. All the kindness that you want, but to make his Basque. "The Basques, often tell a friend, you serve no more reasons than their own, if they go bankrupt, be alone, no surfeit of advice of others, but not to blame others for it." For the third, rather than otherwise, we have held two civil wars in the last century, because it seemed too fast marching political progress without conforming to social-step to put beef, slow, yes, but surely.
If any man representative of my race is Iñigo Loyola, the aristocrat who founded Gipuzkoa the Society of Jesus, the knight errant of the Church, the son of the patient tenacity. The company, once told me a famous ex-Jesuit, is not English, as aforesaid, or English, is Basques. And Vascongada to their faults. It pacienzuda Vascongada in their stubbornness in his mind at once authoritative and independent in its horror of idleness, in poverty of artistic imagination, the strength to accommodate the most diverse environments, without losing their individuality. And this leads me by the hand and say something about what has been called our fanaticism.
the Basque people was the last to embrace the Christianity, but hugged him as hard as delay. No religion is for us a sort of supreme art that seek satisfaction only aesthetic desires, but something very deep and very serious. It is not uncommon to find people that live in our mountains deeply concerned about the great business of salvation, a genuine mood of Puritanism. Our religious sentiment, deeply individualistic, not satisfied with liturgical pomp echoes that resonate pagans. Is inside a spirit anything Roman, that of a soul that wants to relate to themselves and manly with God, a God masculine and austere. Huguenot Calvinism began to take root in the country French Basque, one of the first books printed in Basque, if not the first, second, "was the translation of the New Testament made in 1571 by Juan de Lizarraga, a Basque-French Huguenot, under the auspices of Jeanne. At the bottom of the most rigid and unquestioned orthodoxy, was discovered early in the piety of my anti-Latino race a germ, the seed that I hope will bear fruit. The same Jesuit Loyola founded by my fellow countryman to halt the march of Protestantism, is not born, perhaps, as any movement to oppose the other, in the bosom in which it is stirred, in terms of profound unity in their opposition superficial? The Spiritual Exercises of Loyola, are they not one of the most beloved books between Protestants? If it persists or not the original Ignatian spirit today in the Company, is another story.
spoken of our reactionary spirit, when it should be called rather conservative in the best sense. We want to progress in step with nature, quiet, accommodating the political to social. At the bottom of Carlism was always a breath Basque socialist in sight that has stifled the social freedom under the policy. I once said that nobody Pablo Iglesias was harder to win than the Basque socialism, but once inside it, was of the conviction and solids, without impatience or fainting. On that basis
austere and serious religion, asset gathering, stands the Basque family, under the authority of take co jaune, the master of the house. And with him his wife with him in the inheritance laya, a large woman. Maiden, with braids lying on his back, carried the bucket head, loose, agile and strong, with the unhurried grace of force, "settling on the ground like an oak, but also agile as a goat, with the elegance ash, the strength of the oak and chestnut full ... mixed with cow's milk and juice robust corn sunny »..., these words let me play my peace in the war. And is it then a woman on maternity sexuality private. I have confirmed my country's priests, the confessional that they know that the rare cases of adultery in our mountains occur, largely due to the desire of women to have children when the husband is not giving them. The want and need.
If your rough rough not grow
aranzadas Bacchus, Ceres hazas, is because Venus
flee, that lascivious
mortgage off its pleasures.
well here observe two facts the Menace mercenary, although he failed to relate. In the Basque country and extreme poverty and desolate aridity that people join in incurable sadness, or the exuberance and ease that sinks into torpor and indolence. Now that the mines and industries has begun to accumulate great wealth, now is when beginning to show a change in spirit. Enterprising and active, yes, but it has become so unbearable Bilbao paid himself and his wealth and his conviction of belonging to a certain race. Look some petulance to the rest of the English, the Basques do not, if they are poor, calling them disparagingly models.
is old in the Basque people claim to nobility, caused the isolation in which he lived. For the Basque village there is no that a distinction between people; euscaldunac speakers or EUSC eusquera like him, and erdaldunac others, the barbarians, those who speak any erdara or Erder, name included all the speeches that are not Basque. And with respect to claims of nobility, just read what Don Quixote to Aspeitia Sancho said. Also that saying a Montmorency, I think, in front of a Basque, they, the Montmorency dating do not know whether the eighth or ninth century, said the other: for us, the Basques, not we date. And Tirso de Molina did say to Don Diego de Haro
A grandson of Noah were given nobility
his chivalry is not enforceable.
smokeThese have now produced, in favor of wealth, a breathable atmosphere, but is expected to digest my countrymen their wealth and culture emerge there that sings about the chimneys of factories, as would other Basque Maeztu, which stems from expansion of life.
has ever said that the Basque people are sad, sad would be believed, judging by the stories of Baroja. I do not feel well, but I aspire to in my country, and among my own, a joy to home and collection, and not infrequently the eruption of joy overflowing life.
For joy, my country, a joy as the sun that smiles from shreds of clouds over the green mountains, across the rain quite often, a bittersweet joy, as the chacolí or cider. Often the joy from within, not imposed upon you the sun, but that which flows from the stomach satiated, not from heaven but from the ground. Often the joy radiating from Dutch pictures of Teniers, the desktop, after gargantuan feasts, not what is fed chamomile, olive and Moorish songs. Must see in the pilgrimage of the alboniger on Bermeo, how to loosen the intrepid fishermen giving members jumping and prancing, with a charming clumsiness with clumsiness of seagulls or alabancos it has started to dance.
And if you see a return of pilgrimage, there, the melting of the afternoon, in the folds of the path, between the foliage of which have strong foreign whispers prayers! Singing and jumping back, caught the girl not infrequently by the strong arm of layador the lad, laughing all nonsense, because laughter is one that seeks the joke and not the person who provokes it, opening the spigot to the stream of vitality that goes beyond swollen as Cuba. Now and then start a fresh one sanso throat or Irrintzi, a snort, and go as lark, spreading through the valley mixed with the sound of the foliage of the oaks, and the birds are silent, and vibrate the sky and finally demolished in the area saturated with the holy joy of rest from their stems, one beat of a simple soul, who lives without ulterior motives and can only express well, inarticulate, in strong prayer to the god of joy and work, happiness seriously and work seriously.
No, my people are not sad, and it is not because the world does not take more than a spectacle, but taking it seriously, it is not, because you're on the verge of falling into any collective ailment, except in aestheticism. The day I lose the shyness, copper entire self-awareness and learn to speak in a language of culture, I assure you will have to hear, especially when he discovers his deep sense of life: their own religion. Miguel de Unamuno
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