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Luis Vélez de Guevara

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Luis Vélez de Guevara

PRÓLOGO Y NOTAS DE FRANCISCO RODRÍGUEZ MARÍN

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PRÓLOGO Y NOTAS DE FRANCISCO RODRÍGUEZ MARÍN
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PRÓLOGO A LOS MOSQUETEROS[40] DE LA COMEDIA DE MADRID.
DE DON JUAN VÉLEZ DE GUEVARA A SU PADRE.
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PRÓLOGO

Luis Vélez de Guevara—como dije en otra ocasión[1]—fué tan pobre, que bien puede dudarse si en algún tiempo de su vida llegó a tener dos trajes en mediano uso; pero, en cambio, a los doscientos y mas años de su muerte tiene dos biografías diversas: la que le inventaron algunos escritores, que es la mas conocida[2], y la que despacio y a retazuelos, como de limosna, pero sólidamente, le vamos escribiendo algunos investigadores de nuestra historia literaria[3].

Según la primera de entrambas biografías, Vélez nació en Ecija por enero de 1570, estudió Leyes en la Universidad de Sevilla y vino a ejercer su profesión a la Corte, en donde muy luego ganó estimación y fama por su sagacidad, gracejo y elocuencia. Defendiendo a cierto criminal captó a los jueces con su donaire; pero como el fiscal apelase de la benigna sentencia dictada, el reo fué condenado a muerte, y Luis Vélez a pagar una multa. Tuvo noticia de ello el Rey, y cuando conversó con el festivo abogado prendóse tanto de él, que no sólo le perdonó la multa, y la vida al delincuente, sino que, además, ya no pudo pasar sin el trato de Vélez de Guevara, a quien protegió sobremanera.

Esto fué lo que suele llamarse hablar de memoria, porque

Monday, January 15, 2007

I was going through old stuff and I found something I wrote in November of 2002. That was before I started blogging about music. Below the message were the lyrics to Alma Mia, a song by Julio Jaramillo.

I’m a drunk. But I’m a drunk not because I drink, but because of the way I think. I think like a drunk. I sit and listen to Julio Jaramillo speak of the cruelty of love, and it gets to me. I picture myself smashing my glass of wine against the table, yet my alcohol intake has never gone beyond the sip of beer I had as a kid.

As a kid, I recall that my mother would play the Julio Jaramillo songs, and although I knew nothing about love, for I was only 11 or 12, I showed an appreciation for his songs. I remember asking Maqui, one of our neighbors, if I could borrow her Julio Jaramillo CD. She must have been perplexed. “What would a kid want with Julio Jaramillo’s music?” Fact is, his voice, complemented with the sounds emanating from a guitar proved too much for me to ignore.

It was a couple of years later that I learned Julio had been a drunk himself. In fact, Julio died a drunk. He was a drunk who sang of love. The lyrics to his songs express my sorrow. If he indeed felt what his songs manifested, I can see why he was drunk… why he died one… the pain that comes with the end of a relationship is inmense.

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Greg signed my guestbook, and at the same time that he expressed gratitude for my work, he also expressed his disappointment for my omission of “Nuestro Juramento,” the song that rose Julio Jaramillo to fame. “Nuestro Juramento” is actually one of my favorite songs by Julio Jaramillo. It was only a matter of time before I featured it in my site, and that time has come…