- Making Cabildo Hours, Easter payroll changes
- Transfer the Esperanza de Triana. Easter 2025
- Triana: Besamanos to the Christ of the Three Falls
- Poster Holy Week in Seville 2025
- Via Crucis of the brotherhoods of Seville 2025
- Besamanos to the Virgen de la Estrella
- Triduum of the Lord of Divine Mercy. Brotherhood of the Seven Words
- Besapiés the Lord of Victory
- Pentads the Lord solemn Health. Brotherhood of Gypsies
- Via Crucis of the brotherhoods of Seville 2024
Life in a black crape
Another Nazarene who has just turned fourteen years old will go to the first section of Christ where you came out for the first time with a candle., a tunic, a mask and a yellow esparto belt. Another Nazarene with a girlfriend will wear a rod next to the Pendon of Christ, now a silver stick and rubber contempora so that it does not sound, Not like those our humble rods of neighborhood brotherhood, A varnish stick and metal cookie, And the metal auction that we liked to sound on the cobblestones of Imagen Street when we had just out, how to marking a fork step of Cadiz loaders. Another Nazarene, Without male in the mask, He will go with his black gloves taking the manigueta of the Christ, your manigueta, In a basket they widen to harmonize better with the oldest crucified of Holy Week in Seville.
And it will pass, It would be and sad, The Brotherhood, With your usual style, that the short body of Nazarenes, Thank God, It seems that it keeps even so many memories even more. That banner will pass that still has the medal of when the brotherhoods of Seville, The Holy Year of 1950, They went to Rome to see Pius XII, And until the passage of bitterness wanted to carry Luis Ortiz Muñoz, To enter that Plaza de San Pedro La Gracia Sevillana de a Palio. That banner was the one we took on Holy Saturday, In the representation of the Holy Burial, Angel, Manolo and me, Only three were going, And how the church was far away, We kept it in the sovereign of home until corpus day, That a brotherhood mandadero came to pick it up for the procession when the rosemary was already thrown out of the cale…
The brotherhood will pass, A piece of your life will pass. You know the Virgin's look because your mother had it under the glass on the bedside table, Under the summer jasmine dish, You know the profile of Christ because when you married the brotherhood he gave you a painting that still preserved, With the signature of the secretary and the approval of the older brother. And you want you not to want, You will think about the brother that this year, For the first time, It will not go in the presidency of the Virgin, He who was everything in the brotherhood, who took a humble neighborhood brotherhood and among the main ones that put it. His name will sound to you in the memory when you see now the script of the youth, And you remember that he was the one who looked for money to pay it and make another section more, that the brotherhood was growing, You will remember your name, of his energy in the general councils, of its work hours cleaning the money in that room of the hole of the tower staircase, When that set of flags pass, The pole, The Ciriales, those acolytes that go before Christ and that he began to get, to the use of great power, With a jet of nephews. Like Libya Servers, so solemn, Like everything that now will begin to happen in the body of Nazarenes of the Paso de Virgen, He was from the Virgin and noticed, Everything was going to take care of the badges and the passage of the Mother of God, To sadness of us, The cristeros. And when the canopy arrives, You will remember your name when you see those single tail candelabra, The mantle whose embroidery wears the first stitch that morning when the older brother's wife sat in the Enea chair, and illuminated the workshop the flash that took that photograph where you are with your father, With a gray shelter and the first school glasses.
And everything will be the same. Y, remembering your name, Seeing your brotherhood, You will have the exact vision of the greatness that encloses the passage of a brotherhood. When he arrived, Others had already left, as he now left, And the brotherhood continued to leave every Holy Wednesday. He has already gone, And the brotherhood continues, Because this life of Seville follows that we have called Holy Week. And in that black crepon by Eulogio Castañeda in the rudments of the Mother of God of the palm you will see that this year the eternal metaphor of life is set on this year.
Antonio Burgos. Box
El Mundo de Andalucía, Holy Wednesday, 8 April 1998