Friday, May 21, 2010

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De sancto die pentecostes - Sequence of Pentecost

Sancti spiritus
assit nobis gratia,
quae corda nostra sibi faciat
habitaculum
expulsi inde cunctis vitiis
spiritalibus.
Spiritus alme,
illustrator hominum,
horridas nostrae
mentis purga tenebras.
Amator sancte sensatorum
sempre cogitatuum,
infunde unctionem tuam,
clemens, nostris sensibus.
Tu purificator
ominum flagitorum, spiritus,
purifica nostri
oculum interioris hominis,
ut videri
sumpremus genitor
possit a nobis,
mundi cordis
quem soli cernere
possunt oculi.
Prophetas tu inspirasti,
ut praeconia Christi
praecinuissent inclita
apostolos confortasti,
uti tropheum Christi
per totum mundum veherent
Quando machinam
per verbum suum
fecit deus caeli terrae marium,
tu super aquas
foturus eas
numen tuum expandisti, spiritus.
Tu animabus
vivificandis
aquas foecundas,
tu aspirando
das spiritales
esse homines.
Tu divisum
per linguas mundum et ritus
adunasti, domine,
idolatras
ad cultum dei revocans,
magistrorum optime.
Ergo nos supplicantes tibi
exaundi propitius,
sancte spiritus,
sine quo preces omnes cassae
creduntur et indegnae
dei auribus.
Tu qui omnium
saeculorum sanctos
tui numinis docuisti
instictu amplectendo, spiritus,
ipse hodie
apostolos Christi
donans munere insolito
et cunctis inaudito saeculis
hunc diem gloriosum
fecisti.


of the Holy Spirit be with us the grace and make our hearts

his home to be moved

and all the vices of the soul.
O magnanimous spirit,
to enlighten men,

keep away from our minds the horrible darkness.
O thou, holy, loving thoughts
of eternal wisdom,
pour into our senses,
gracious, your balm. O you who

purify all our shame, Spirit, cleanses the eye

of our inner man, because

can be seen by us
the high parent,
that only the eyes of a heart

world may know . You inspired me hsi
the prophets because
did resonate
the sublime message of Christ, the apostles

have comforted because they bring everywhere
the banner of Christ.
When God by his word

made the world of heaven, earth, seas,
you that you would have heated the water

you spread your power, or Spirit. You

for souls that will be created,
make fruitful the waters, with your breath


you grant to men to be spiritual.
Oh lord, you've joined the world

divided into languages \u200b\u200band rites, the idolaters

have called for the worship of God,
supreme master. So

conducive Hear our prayers,
O Holy Spirit,
without you our prayers are all vain and unworthy


ear of God You who taught
the saints of all time,

wrapping them with the force of your authority, or Spirit,
today
giving to the apostles of Christ

and unusual as a gift was not heard for centuries,

have done this glorious day.


Notker the BALBO

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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Lampade e docce solari sono certamente meschine e volgari e lontane da qualsiasi anche pallida idea di buon gusto. L’abbronzatura spray, invece, la definirei patetica. Sì, patetica: non è antipatica come un trifacciale, non è cafona come un lettino solar, but it's so ridiculous to be done tenderly. And 'the clumsy way in which Paris Hilton is awkward when you stretch the neck in front of photographers to hide the double chin, the manner in which it is the statement "oh no, I broke a nail!" (Without detracting of course, to the discomfort that accompanies such an incident). I never told this morning in which, sure to win a holiday appearance, I went, alas confident in a tanning center, to try her, "spray". If any of you ever had the same sock idea, know that after the spraying should be avoided for six long hours of washing. Well, leave the center, I head to the parking lot, I take the car, and drive, can not remember why, up to a certain country road, to find myself, having turned in the wrong direction-into an alley, I suppose private, leading to a semi-protected by two ferocious dogs. My sister is beside me asking me yelling expletives and that those dogs, who meanwhile had surrounded the car and barking with all their might to lead us to give up yet by the approach to the house, breaking through the window. Now, say you've never heard of dogs that smashing a car? Yet, convinced by the words of my sister, I panic and threatening to kill nearly two unhappy creatures, I press the accelerator and I walk away from the alley. Dissolved the tension, I let slip that two tears, not a novice writer from pomposity, I scratched his cheeks. I scratched the right. I leave two dashes white milk, amber stretch produced by the damn spray dyeing.