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III Christmas Anthology of the School of Humanities and Social Sciences

Christmas is here and from BeBrave we want to celebrate it by sharing with all of you the III Christmas Anthology. The book gathers the poems and stories of students and teachers of the school and is illustrated with beautiful drawings by teacher Concepción Martínez Pasamar. School of Humanities and Social Sciences and is illustrated with beautiful drawings by the teacher Concepción Martínez Pasamar.

Below we offer you a small selection and at the bottom of the page we give you the option to download the complete Anthology.

Enjoy your reading and... Merry Christmas!

John 1, 14

And you came down
to be with me.
And you were,
to love me.
And you loved me,
to the end.
And I, what can I do for You?
Give You glory?
Glory!
Words... what are they worth?
I can only contemplate You and be enraptured by You.
I want to give You even the innermost part of my being.
I am not afraid.
I only want you to embrace me and immerse me in your grace,
to caress me with your truth.

María José Beltramo Ballón
4th History

The Legion's eagle

After the battle, Cornelius was searching for his brother. Many legionaries had died trying to save the imperial eagle. No matter how hard he looked, he always saw the same thing: corpses. What disturbed him, however, were the piercing screams. Hundreds of his soldiers were crying out to the gods for help... He went to one of them to comfort him; without his leg, life would be meaningless in unjust Rome. His heart was not prepared for all that. Courageously, he squeezed the man's hand and turned away, vowing not to lose focus and to continue his work. At that very moment, he looked up and was petrified. There he was, with his usual warm smile. When he saw him, he realised that there was no eagle to protect, but a figure of a Child. His brother had given his life for him. He bent down and took it in his hands. As soon as he touched it, his heart was filled with joy and hope, and at once he understood: "This is why he has protected him," the centurion mused. That Child was everything to his brother and from that moment on, he would never be separated from him.

Gabriel Garza
3rd History and Diploma of Archaeology
 

Illustration by Concha Martínez

A day with tomorrow

Two thousand years
have passed,
time has flown by,
like a minute
has fled. 

He has not,
He has stayed
and he has marked.

It has trodden
in a thousand hearts,
in souls that,
lacking in charity,
Humility
has invaded them. 

Beings we seek
a Light,
a Star
that through Bethlehem
fleetingly passed by
but which eternally
rests its Childhood
in the leaves
of the ginkgo
that grows
in the manger
of our heart.

Eduardo Muñoz
4th Year Hispanic Philology

Illustration by Concha Martínez
 

Variation on a topic by Miguel D'Ors (Raro Asunto) 

Strange business of life: I who could
born in another time
or Athens or Caesar, I who could have been
to have been Solomon or a shepherd,
born a carpenter and of Bethlehem
and all these things...
Strange thing
that among the multitude of the centuries
and the villages, fields and synagogues
that there should be martyrs, saints, monks, virgins and prophets
and virgins and prophets
it would touch me, precisely, to be able to give you a kiss every night
to be able to give you a kiss every night
before going to sleep.

Cristina Febrer Nafría
3rd Philosophy, Politics and Economics (PPE)
 

Illustration by Concha Martínez

By having a rose

                                To Miryam
Embracing... loving.
Brushing the Child with tears
and kissing the pupils of dreams
-of the world that hides
when we believe,
we live
or long for
a sighing fear.

That I do not forget you, and I refuse to forget you!
for you have been the sweet cradle
of a moon so sad
That had ceased to count the stars
to flee from the blind fire of faith. 

But... the Miracle does not resist to love!
You told me, like an angel announcing,
that God is so worth life
that he makes kisses fly
-direction north... south-
until we meet
at a Eucharist or two.

Today because of you
-earthly gift from heaven-,
I want to give my arms and my verses
to a Child so eternal
who, in an uncertain
uncertain instant
spun between certainties
two hearts already his own.

Izaro Díaz
2nd Hispanic Philology
 

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