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This content is the official proclamation of Holy Week in Huelva, delivered by David Martín Bernal, an event that officially announces and heralds the beginning of the city's traditional Holy Week celebrations.

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Good afternoon everyone, welcome to the

Gran Teatro. Welcome to

Teleonuba's broadcast of the

official proclamation of Holy Week in Huelva,

delivered by David Martín

Bernal. This is the scene at this time of day,

12 o'clock in the afternoon. The

Gran Teatro is packed, full of

people who make up our

Holy Week, including the brotherhoods, and of course,

religious and

political authorities from the city

and province. Everyone is gathered

in this grand theater to enjoy, in a

few minutes, this proclamation of

Holy Week in Huelva, which announces everything that is to come, everything that we are

going to enjoy. The

speaker will be David Martín, a brother

of the Brotherhood of the Three Falls and the

Brotherhood of El Rocío in Huelva,

whose words

of affection for our Holy Week will surely move us.

Joining me to comment on and present

this Holy Week proclamation is

Jesús Chamorro. Good

afternoon. Good afternoon, Tony.

Listening to David, how do you see the

atmosphere, Jesús? Well, right now it's very

full. You can see people are nervous, they

want to know what he's going to say. There are so

many brotherhoods in Huelva, and they

're nervous because they already know what's coming

after the proclamation.

Palm Sunday is almost here, and

David, the town crier, is going to announce it in

a large theater that, as usual, is gradually

filling up. More and

more people are coming to the stalls,

and of course to the

boxes, the mezzanine, and the upper gallery. There isn't

a single corner left empty because

everyone is waiting for this day, waiting for the

proclamation on Sunday to

enjoy this typical,

beautiful, and traditional event that we have in

Huelva's Holy Week.

And of course, as it couldn't be otherwise, it will be

accompanied by

the Huelva Municipal Symphonic Band,

conducted by Francisco de la Poza, a

musical group that is generating a lot of

positive buzz because they are

carrying out various

large-scale performances. They are doing a

truly excellent job, and of course, today they will

also have a leading role. And that's because

the town crier He mentioned that he wanted to

deliver a proclamation in an

innovative way,

accompanied by music

that is very reminiscent of Huelva. He

hasn't revealed many clues,

but little by little we will

uncover all the details.

Of course, we will also have the

presence of various authorities

on stage, such as the president of the

Council of Brotherhoods and Fraternities of

Huelva, Antonio González, the mayor,

Pilar Miranda, and the bishop, Don

Santiago Gómez. Some lights are going out now.

We see Jesús focusing on the

main stage, and there's

very little time left before this

proclamation begins. Yes, there's very little time left, as you say,

some lights have already gone out. Focus on

the processional cross, the coat of arms of Huelva, and

the Council of Brotherhoods. Because right now

all eyes must be

on the stage, all five

senses must be focused on the message.

This is a traditional proclamation, a proclamation that

seeks the origins of Holy Week, and

where the people of

Huelva must listen. They have to

be present today to know what's coming.

We see different authorities

such as the Brotherhood of the Good Death, the

Brotherhood of the Redemption of the Three Falls,

and the Brotherhood of the Resurrected. We also see all the different politicians and authorities from Huelva. Regarding the speaker, we must highlight that David Martín Bernal, whom we announced earlier, is a brother of the Three Falls and the Rocío of Huelva. He is a

regular contributor to different brotherhood programs and

has also collaborated

many times on our

Televisa program, "La Rebujina." And if we highlight

some of his exaltations or proclamations, we must

say that he has delivered the

Christmas proclamation for the Brotherhood of the

Three Falls, the exaltation to the Virgin

of Love in 2000, the

university proclamation for Holy Week, the

Christmas exaltation for the Brotherhood

of Forgiveness, and the Rocío proclamation for the

Brotherhood of Cartalla in 2023. In

the Brotherhood of Rocío of Huelva, he carried out

the Christmas exaltation, and

also in the In 2019, he was the chronicler of

the pilgrimage. We must also highlight what

the town crier mentioned earlier, amidst the

noise of the Gran Teatro, to the

press colleagues: throughout this

Lent, he has received various gifts and

tokens from the different

brotherhoods that make up our

Holy Week. He told us that today, on the day

of the pilgrimage, he carries with him all the

tokens, all the holy cards, rosaries, and

all the medals that the brotherhoods

have given him, and that for him it was a

very special moment, of course, to be

able to share this moment with all of them.

Today is the moment of truth

after all these days in which he has been

visiting the various

parishes and brotherhoods,

having those intimate encounters

with their patron saints, with the images of

our Holy Week. And now is the

moment to share it with all of Huelva, to

show all those feelings, to

express everything he feels for our

Holy Week, and to announce the

great days of our city, this week in

which Huelva brings out the best it has:

its customs, its traditions, its affection,

its popular spirit. And of course, we must tell

you that Teleonuba will be,

as always, covering

everything that happens during Holy Week in

Huelva. We'll be at the processions' departures, along the

official routes, at the most important points, and

of course, also at the return of

the various brotherhoods of

Holy Week in Huelva. Once again, Jesús couldn't

miss this event. Yes, he's

donning his vestments again to be present at

all the brotherhoods in Huelva. This time, he'll be a

bit of a silent observer,

but in this grand theater, as we

say, we'll be present at each

and every important point of

this Holy Week in Huelva 2024. For me, as a

newcomer, it's an honor to belong to

this station, and for us, Jesús, it's also an

honor to have you, along

with Sergio Garrido, Edu López,

and of course, our colleague

Rubén Garrido, who will

make up this team when we

speak to you. But of course,

this team also includes many

more technicians and many more people who

work with the cameras and

who will certainly do a

splendid job. There are other details we have to...

In these moments

before the proclamation, I'd like to mention

the setting you can

see on your screens. The

processional cross presiding over this stage belongs to

the Brotherhood of the Three Falls; it

couldn't be otherwise. The brotherhood

of the proclaimer is also a

member of the Brotherhood of El Rocío. The

processional cross of the Brotherhood of the Three

Falls is escorted by

those silver angels with lanterns. It should

also be mentioned that this

Brotherhood presented the

proclamation text to the proclaimer,

David Martín Bernal. Furthermore, this morning

they held a Eucharist in his

honor, which

David Martín, of course, also attended. It just

ended, and from

there, both the members of the Brotherhood

of the Three Falls, who make up the

governing board, and the proclaimer made their way to

this grand theater, which, by the way, boasts

a floral arrangement by Antonio

Rivera. The lights dim. It seems

the proclamation of

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Good afternoon to all, Your Excellency and Most

Reverend Bishop of the

Diocese, Don Santiago Gómez Sierra; Your

Excellency, Madam Mayor and President

of the Most Excellent City Council of this

City, Doña Pilar Miranda Plata; Mr.

Spiritual Director of the Council of

Brotherhoods, Don Francisco José Feria

Riego; Mr. Councilor of Culture, Don Juan

Ignacio Molina Maqueda; Mr. Secretary

of the Council of Brotherhoods and Fraternities

of Holy Week, Don Toribio Suero; and

Madam Delegate of Brotherhoods, Doña

Mariola Luengo, most worthy authorities

present here, fellow

board members, senior brothers of all the

Holy Week brotherhoods, president and

senior brothers of all the

Glory brotherhoods, previous

heralds and presidents of the Union of

Brotherhoods and of the Council, Mr. Director and

member of the

Huelva Municipal Symphonic Band who

accompanies us every year (and every year I forget to mention

him), ladies and gentlemen, fellow members of the brotherhoods, all

peace and good. Today, Passion Sunday, we meet again

in this

beautiful and wonderful setting, the grand

theater of our city, to attend

one of the most important events we

have during Lent, which is none other

than the proclamation of Holy Week in

Huelva. As president of the Council, it is my

honor to present it to

all those present here and to those who

see and hear us through the

media. For this year, we have

appointed Mr. David Martín Bernal.

David is happily married to Rocío, and from

that great love, they are the parents of

Beatriz, a wonderful girl of

great intelligence and capable of doing

absolutely everything she sets her mind to,

including the proclamation of Holy Week. Holy Week,

which, by the way, he used to joke with his

father, even saying, "Dad, in the end

I'm going to give the opening speech before you!"

Well, Beatriz, that's not going to be possible anymore.

Although the appointment has been a long time coming,

David is an exemplary member of the Rocío pilgrimage and

brotherhood, a

committed Christian, and an excellent person who

is always willing to do anything

related to the church and

the brotherhoods, both penitential

and devotional. In

1997, he gave the Christmas proclamation for the

Three Falls brotherhood; in 2000, the

Holy Week proclamation for the university; in 2001,

the exaltation of the Virgin of Love;

in 2009, the Christmas exaltation for the Rocío brotherhood of Huelva; in

2019-20, the Rocío chronicle for the

Rocío brotherhood of Huelva; the

Christmas exaltation for the Brotherhood of Forgiveness; and

last year, in 2023, the proclamation for the

Rocío brotherhood of Cartalla. He

has also made other contributions. in magazines,

yearbooks, newspapers, and on

local television in Huelva, among many other things.

Although the first thing he did was

introduce the person who created the

incredible parchment he was going to receive today—

we're referring to Paco Joni—in a

tribute to the costalero (bearer) who was organizing

the union of brotherhoods of Huelva at that time

in the early

90s. Be happy, David, feel proud

because this title that you are going to consolidate

this morning is more than deserved.

Enjoy it because this is your proclamation, the proclamation

of a magnificent member of the brotherhood committed to

his Holy Week and to his city,

and share it with your loved ones and

with all of us who are eager to

hear it every year. At the same time as he was

making the presentation, he was

imaginarily raising the proclamation as if it were a float, so that

later the

speaker would unfurl it, step by step.

So, David, may the Virgin of El

Rocío, the Virgin of Love, and the Virgin of the Ribbon

illuminate and bless you, as well as all your

family. So, speaker, the word is yours.

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who am I If my lyrics are nothing more

than a collection of experiences and feelings without

without

pretensions because I who am an example

of nothing and only a torrent of

past experiences all full of

emotions who am I to call to the

heart of so many

people whose beats are

truly the rhythm of some

tassels caressing their rod the tapping

of a list of brothers the strumming of the

thread furrowing fabrics of a

trousseau the creak of a

slipper or The hammering of a piece

that doesn't fit, assembling an

altar, where did someone

think of me to proclaim Huelva and its

Holy Week? That afternoon when August was

saying, the words jumped out

in my head, searching for an explanation,

that truly inexplicable fate

that came given and not proposed,

eagerly inquiring for an order that would give meaning to

everything. Everything I wanted to say to my people,

everything I could share on a

Passion Sunday with the members of the brotherhoods of my

land. Since that afternoon, I have

n't stopped thinking of you, Mother, as

mediator of this event that happens

today. To you I

am. Hail, full moon, ribbon that

binds my dream, protector of this

land in its night, beautiful dawn, and in its morning,

morning,

morning star. Hail, full moon, sacred

Empress of heaven, queen of our

souls, flower of the eternal garden, may

your light not be lacking to this humble herald,

glorious and blessed Virgin, Angels of my

heart, may your peace, your

star of infinite grace, not be lacking to this

Rosary that I pray, crying out for your charity. And

your sweet name in verse to weave

these words, all for you, feeling

returns to letters, your eyes, and the fruit

of your Tabernacle, your love, my divine,

powerful patronage, that mitigates this

Calvary where these pains of yours

hurt me fourfold, take me out of this

exile, I am imploring you from

the valley of this meadow where your

bitter face makes me burst into tears and

my voice wants to rise. Conception, under your

protection I beg you for mercy, refuge

for my sins, consolation for my

sorrows, always full of anguish, greater

pain unleashed by imposed solitudes.

Dew and our Hope, or the health that

has failed, that is why I ask you, mother, if

my reason should break, if my memory should forget

and my life should scorn your eyes, resignation, do

not leave me, lady, my heart is yours, in

you is my hope. Victory of the

Redeemer, Oh pious Mary, all purity and

sweetness, do not forget me, my mother, do not

abandon my favor in this glorious

moment, with all my heart open to

praise you and God And when

the time comes for us to meet face to face, you and I, the town

crier invokes you: do not leave me,

excellent and most reverend Lord

Bishop, Father Pastor of Huelva, most

illustrious Lady Mayoress of this

City of Light, the oldest in the

West, Lord Spiritual Director of the

Council, Lord President of the Council of

Brotherhoods, Lord Councilor of Culture and

Archaeological Heritage, Lord Secretary of the

of the

Council, dearest Lady Delegate of Brotherhoods, most

Brotherhoods, most

worthy civil and

military authorities, senior brothers,

governing boards, members of the brotherhoods, friends,

family, ladies and

gentlemen, they say that gratitude is a sign of good breeding,

and I am proud of the upbringing I

upbringing I

received. So I can only begin

by showing my most sincere

gratitude to all those who have made it

possible for me to be here today, fulfilling

this dream of mine and of so many who love me

dearly. Thanks especially to the President

of the Council for thinking of me and to his

board for accepting his proposal. Thank you,

Antonio, from the bottom of my heart, for this honor

entrusted to me, which is forever engraved in

the heraldry of a member of the brotherhood.

Thank you for your words of

introduction, and I hope that That affection and

trust that Tony, so

approachable, exudes does not diminish in the slightest the quality

and value of what you have infused into

our Holy Week, and may it soon be

rewarded with the recognition you

deserve. Thanks to the

Huelva Municipal Symphonic Band and its director, Don

Francisco de la Poza, and all its

members, because they are always there. And

how they are today! They have delighted us

with Dolores Saubens and Reina del Amor

because we wanted Huelva's music to resonate from

the very beginning, and it has done so masterfully.

masterfully.

Thanks always to all these people

who have shown me their unconditional support and affection

in these months. Thanks to

Sergio Cornejo for his ability to

paint emotions, and of course to my

family, to those who have been closest

to me, suffering and enjoying with me

every word written, every event that took place

in the making, every

stitch of this proclamation. In particular, to my

daughter Beatriz, words of gratitude

fall short, and I can only say that I

soul.

Finally, allow me to greet all those who

follow this event through the

media, whose work is

immeasurable and in a A very special

message to the mother whom the

inexorable circumstances of this life have forced

to stay home: know that I feel you just as

close. The days have passed, the moment has arrived,

and I still cannot understand how

that little boy who climbed an immense hill hand in

hand with his mother, encouraging his

brother, a bearer, under the love of a

canopy float, now has to replace

that "Come on, Carlos" with a "Come back."

The feeling is the same, without those

first memories of brotherhood that encouraged the

effort, the unity in a madness of a

group of people who intended to take that

delirium for their

Virgin of a single lift to the highest point. Today I come with the

same emotion to announce that the time

of preparation comes to an end, that a whole

year of incessant, almost daily work

reaches its peak and is about to sprout

with the imminent spring as the

highest expression of popular religiosity

in our city, as the greatest show

of devotion to the Son of God in his passion,

death, and resurrection and to his blessed

mother. Today I come to sing to you,

Huelva, I come to sing to you and your

excellencies because you are Holy Week, it

hurts... Whoever it pains, I come to

sing to you and to that Spring of yours that

door. Come in, come in, don't

miss my city and its grandeur when

Holy Week arrives. How beautiful Huelva becomes!

Come in, come in, for I have

come to tell you, exquisite Spring, that which

you have not experienced: How Lent has been

after such a hard year, of so

many sleepless nights, in such

long meetings, of projects that never materialize, of

money that never reaches, of fulfilling

rules, of remembering the poor, of

giving one's whole life. Now the

fruits are born, the festivities are getting underway. For this

world of brotherhoods, it is not easy to accomplish the

feat. Come in, come in, come in,

Spring! The services have been held, I have

drawn my ballot and I have my pointed hood

adjusted to my head, because these

mesh ones seem to even cool things down. The

cardboard ones from Padilla stay in the attics.

The tunic, already ironed, hangs

on the door. The bands have rehearsed,

how good the ones from Huelva are!

The equalizations have been done, the teams are

renewed, and in the brotherhood houses,

young people They come and go with their hands all

black from polishing the silver,

rubbing it together, breathing in

friendship in moments of shared experience. Come on, come on,

Spring, that's where the torrijas and

grandma's pestiños are made, all with

rich honey from the mountains and with

wine from the Condado region, sugar, cinnamon. Don't

be late, little girl, I'll offer you

a snack while you catch up

however you like, on the radio, on

TV, on those modern networks that keep you

informed in detail about the feelings of

our land. While they set up the

stands along Gran Vía and the little square, I want you to

see the churches, so that when they open

their doors, their aromas and yours are

a perfect blend. The church smells of

tradition, of essence, of wood, to

offer to the Lord who is the one who leaves his mark on us,

but I... I'm with one of the ones from the

melting pot, you don't know what I

'm talking about, you don't know the dinner, how

called the bearers, the

platform with its base and

perfectly arranged candles is put in, the pulleys are tied well,

someone holds the

ropes, it's raised to the canopy ceiling with

the valances tight, then the

poles are raised, the first masters, behind

them the rest are raised, 12 in total, which stay

stay

at the baldachin, everything is too little for her,

below the vent and skirts that already

hang covering the pedestal of the

Virgin who is my mistress, the lanterns and the

candelabra at the back. And then it's her turn for the

enchants me, child, open the box, make sure not a single

candle is missing, arrange them by size, the

Marias first, and the smoke begins to come out

of the pot of the infernillo so that

the wax melts, cousin, a little for the wall, a

little for the door, another little for the

Tabernacle. It's well

held there One after another, the big ones

and the small ones are being prepared,

along with the curly ones, so that they will illuminate

her face when she strolls through Huelva, pampered

by dressers with fingers and hands ready

to make her even more beautiful, with utmost

delicacy. Now only the florist is missing

for her to be complete. What you

are missing, my dear Spring! Come on, don't

delay any longer, our

wait is ending. We need your light, those longer

afternoons, the orange of your

sky that turns violet. We need to

have you and the flowers you leave us to

adorn our streets, the squares and the little plazas,

among the green of the parks,

flowerbeds and pots. Come bring us your good

fortune: the bougainvillea that climbs the sky and

the roses, the orchids and the calla lilies, the lilies

and the freesias, geraniums on

the balconies, the ivy geraniums, the hydrangeas, let me

not miss any, let someone

keep count. What are you doing in the hallway? Come on, come

in, don't miss

out, my dear Spring, on the most

beautiful thing. The greatest thing in the world is this

Huelva that gives itself to its Lord and its

Mother with open arms when the

moon appears, that moon that brings us fullness, symbol of

hope, life that is

renewed, seen on the horizon, clouds of

incense that fly among petals in the

wind, and a sigh for absence, the roll

of drums in the distance already resounds as one

hears silence to the rhythm of

chains, come on, come in, be a witness

to the faith of this people who venerate a

God who becomes man for the man of

this land and shares his pain and his

Mother's sorrow, come on, come in, the

city is adorned, its heart

races, and only you remain, exquisite

Spring, to show you its soul, to

complete its beauty,

only day is missing, my dear Spring,

come on, come in, let me

show you how beautiful Huelva becomes, the

most beautiful week, the most intense week, the most

sublime pairing, the circle that

closes, give me your hand, little girl, for the commotion is already

approaching, the brotherhood members on the pole,

Holy Week is underway, the African is

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seems so far away in the

year but

that day we talk about so much arrives when

the heat is on When the sun shines

high when the sky clears that

morning stroll that takes a deep breath and

thinks it's Palm Sunday

How much longer how much is

left and when you least expect it

Passion Sunday dawns we say goodbye to

Lent and you find yourself facing a

fleeting week that culminates in the days leading up to it

and you go to the colonies to see the Virgin

of Sorrows following the tradition and

you go to see the Virgin of Prado with that

childlike countenance walking through the land

where her roots are established And you see the

blessing there on the small island where

Jesus walks before Annas with a

lost gaze showing the patience of

the sure steps in the bosom of the

church how important it is to let

the seed rest to grow

strong and that same Saturday when The

Legion pays homage to the Christ of the

True Cross as a massive prelude to what is to

come, it brings its night, but it is not just any

night. You go to bed

impatient, you almost spend it awake because

the next morning, God willing, hand in

hand with your children as your parents

did, the suit, the shirt, the tie, the dress, the shoes, the wallet, the tunic, the sack, the

sash, the uniform, or

the bugle, that next morning something of

us is unveiled to dress our

faith in the best of

ways. It seems like it won't happen, but it arrives and you

look out the window, you look at the

sky, you take a deep breath, and it's Palm Sunday.

Sunday.

How my Huelva shines,

Huelva shines,

Dad, you're awake, you've raised your

blinds, you've opened the window. You've

seen how the sky is. It's

Palm Sunday and the sun seems to know it. How

is the morning? The churches are open.

Let's go to Palm Sunday Mass, I want to go to

El Olivo Nuevo. Come on, my love, come on, let's not

waste a moment. God appears, Santa

Fe, the Lord comes to meet you, riding

on a little donkey with a halter and little

bells that answers for Platero.

Come on! What is it? The Master comes surrounded by

Child, just like Lucero, with echoes of

joy, illusions, and longing,

marking from the beginning the hearts of my

brotherhood, her hand, her gaze, her

tranquility, blessing all of Huelva in her

mystery procession that brings a woman and two

children, Saint John, Saint James, Saint Peter, and a

very tall palm tree that sways with the

wind when the soul of God is sung by the

best of the Huelva singers. And look who's

coming behind to the sound of the bell ringer, it's

a young woman who attends to you

smiling without tears on her face and a

blush of caramel. Angels is her

name, my life, how much I love her, even

the sun goes looking for her among the mesh of the

roof, for her lips, for her eyes, for

that eternal Dew, for the rose of her hand,

for her delicate feature that makes

time stop. Angels is her name, she who

brings so many memories. Look at her, my

love, go on, throw her a kiss and let me get

emotional thinking to myself,

other years have passed, one year more and

one less, all of her returning with her children,

seeing the queen of heaven, and when the

canopy moves away, after catching our breath,

we run towards The point that

advances, reaching the center, a brotherhood

with tradition, with black and white habits,

as the supper enters with a

dusty breeze. Look how that step moves, how it

lengthens its side. Let us see

that Jesus is consecrating the bread we

need and the wine we drink

among friends, with brothers,

whose love is the best example of being a good Christian.

And while he makes his way little by little

to the convent, let's see the Virgin, who is already at

the monument, to make a

stop and look at herself in the mirror. There is no

face like that face, which is the Gate of

Heaven. Listen to that flute, darling, only

marshland sounds for the admirable mother, the

mother of good counsel, for the

Clement Virgin, with corals on her chest, cause of

our joy, coming from Tartessos.

Look, my love, how the heart leaps

when they enter Huelva. Rosario with a

dusty breeze, and now, Papa, where are we going again

to San Pedro, who come from the garden?

Paco, those who build a temple know how to

make a brotherhood and work with care. That

of making a

brotherhood, being a true church and a

parish by right, always following

Jesus, loaded with Her image of Madero and her

mother, Sweet Name, who is always

interceding, is redemption for Huelva,

the one caressed by the fingers of all

those who feel it even without seeing it. And

why does that Lord cry, the one who returns

again, sitting on a stone, praying

as I pray? He cries because he is also a

man and feels our contempt behind

his glass, peering out for that forsaken one

who only seeks solace. He is called

Precious Blood and comes in a gleaming procession,

imploring for our own. There is only

one left that appears on Puerto Street

after leaving the park, which is

more accurately depicted, and after going down the slope

where Jesus appears with his two

open arms. He wants to embrace the

world; he is the true refuge, the one who

never abandons you, the one who waits

serenely, the one who, wherever you see him,

faithfully conquers your discouragement because he is the

victory that offers himself entirely each day,

day,

each hour, with his two open arms.

Let us go see his mother and let us not remain

still, for the Virgin of Peace perfumes

even the incense when she walks through

Huelva, when they come swaying her. Look at the

white of her canopy. The fineness of her gesture,

the aroma of her flowers, the purity of her

appearance. Ask her for her peace, that she may make

good hearts in the world amidst the smoke,

for we started the war in the

small circle, and when the afternoon fades and the

day is ending, my soul rises up

listening to how much we have seen, Dad, what a

feast I have taken. Look at my ball of

wax, the one you started on, what a

marvel the dinner is! They sang to me about the little donkey,

what an example! Redemption

impresses me, mutilated, that canopy. I would follow it,

how right she was, it seems I have

dreamed it, how my Huelva shines every

Sunday of [Applause]

[Applause] [Music]

the city becomes one day more than

ever, the neighborhoods and their people move

to the heart of the city, traveling through its

arteries, pushed by the systole of their

fervor and the diastole of the pride of

belonging. We do not have in Huelva another

event that arouses such communion

of thousands of people, so many days with the

same purpose, also contributing in its

processional parades the splendor From

their bearing, the aroma of their tradition, the

sound of their soul, and the light of their faith—yes,

their faith—because in all this

local organization, in all this

sometimes frenetic activity that so

energizes our capital socially and economically,

in those rows of penitents that

color and illuminate our streets, we, the members of the brotherhood,

make a public profession of faith, of

our Catholic faith, giving

public witness to our faith in God in every

act, in every service, and now in

Holy Week, it is the sole reason for our

existence, without which nothing would make

sense. We, the members of the brotherhood, cannot be

captive to

cultural interests; we must always rise

each time we fall in life, however heavy

the cross we take up each

day, and forgive seventy times seven every affront

affront

we receive. Only in this way will we be good

followers of Christ; only in this way will we give

meaning to all that begins under

the light of the ninth hour each Holy Monday,

when the Son of God sets his eyes on

Huelva. Jesus looks towards the

estuary, descending through the Conquero, while Saint

John and Mary bear true witness to the pain

of that mother seeing her dead son.

Forgiving the world, even the stiff coward

who stabs you in the

back with dice for money.

Forgive me, too, I want to be a

good thief, I don't want to stay lost, I want your

straight path to meet you

on the finite road. Beyond the

conquero that you are, forgiveness for Huelva,

forgiveness for the whole world. Look also at the nursing home,

walking straight ahead to

whisper in your ear, "I too am captive

to all those grandfathers, captive to

loneliness, captive to contempt,

captive to diseases that erase all

memories." I want to walk beside you as

your entire neighborhood walks, being the rope in

your hands and the carnation you tread on, from

the hearth to the center, to feel your heartbeat

and marvel at your walk. I want to walk beside you,

captive of Holy Monday, captive of

my sleeplessness, and you look at Huelva at night

when they offer you the log, and you carry

our guilt, bearing the full weight

of the sins of all of us who fall

into the mud, full of envy and jealousy, without

any conscience, values, or respect.

Let me accompany you. Let it be. The

silence that envelops your slow, measured walk

as you go along the drying racks

is where you pour out mercy, and the

oboy says to the wind, "I want to be

Father Jesus of Calvary. Let me be

your breath, and also look at us, Mary,

amidst prayers and supplications, do not cry for me anymore, my

sorrows. The order is your Consolation that takes

care of you, that deima, being your handkerchief,

merciful love, from your

serene face, do not cry for me anymore, my sorrows. All of

Huelva is your Consolation. When you come down every

Monday, still smelling of new clothes, and you purify

the air with your fragrant perfume, give us your

mercy, take us out of captivity, for

that neighborhood that adores you rises up in a

flurry when it sees your canopy, already announcing

the moment you leave your chapel like

the sun through the sky. Intercede for our

sins, for without you we are prisoners, Mother

of Mercy, take us out of captivity and

soak yourself in the dew of hope that I

await when I see you pass by and only

the rustling that accompanies your rhythm and the

sound of the Silence. Oh Rocío and Esperanza,

who glimpses Leeward, how

the people love you, how they escort your lament. Give me your

love, my mother, for Monday is that day you

know I die for you. But there is a

gaze that pierces my soul, they are the

eyes of Jesus rising from the ground, in

the eyes of my

land, being very clear and

direct, one must always rise.

Even if this life we live seems like a desert,

sometimes in a sigh, in which we

always fall, I want to be that stone

where your body rests, and I want to be the

Veronica who seeks you without hesitation. I

want to always follow you, I want to be your Simon of Cyrene

to alleviate those sorrows that

make your body overcome and fall up to three

times for the return of my dream. I

want to always be yours, that not even

the wind touches you, I even want to be a Roman,

the one who goes close to you to share in your

suffering. Let me be a powder keg, let me

be the old quarter of this city that

surrenders, waiting for your lefts. Let me

be that slope, let me be the pavement that

takes you to Huerta Mena, my Jesus of

sorrows, feeling your coastal walk,

because I am yours always, because

My grandchildren will be yours because being from the Three

Falls is the greatest lineage. That is my

only inheritance. It is the best thing I have, it is

a grace from God, from my God Moreno. [Applause]

They say that there are many processions

that we members of the brotherhoods

make during the

year, but they don't count those extraordinary ones

that, without fulfilling anniversaries like the

many that are celebrated this

2024, become sadly ordinary because of what they

mean. That is why they are worthy of

living and seeing because it is also

our station of

penance. They are moments of a pang in the

the

stomach, that Messiah at the parish Caritas

or in the Patio of Love, that saeta at

Asproni or at the food bank, that

marvelous march at the Oblates, at the

Sisters of the Cross or at Princess

Ari, that altar boy parade at

educational projects and scholarships here or in the

Philippines, that silence in the broth of

cold nights and at

blood donations, at donations of

life, and there are our brotherhoods in

those extraordinary outings by

conviction, making the week Holy, without

any political gain except the

satisfaction of duty fulfilled to one's

neighbor and to

God. What you do to one of my

little brothers, you also do to

me. That is why we, the members of the brotherhood, combine

well the water for the thirsty with the

balm for the feet of the Lord who

remains among

us. How well the

Roca taught us. Many have

condemned us and enjoy drawing blood,

nailing their words to the depths of our

our

feelings, but they do not know the power of

Jesus' message. They do not know that Christ is our

eternity. Who dares to challenge you? Who dares to

say anything to you if you continue sailing rivers,

treading on the waters with all your

might and the power that accompanies you, from

all those humble ones who love you with their souls? Who dares to challenge you, Lord,

souls? Who dares to challenge you, Lord, knows nothing? Doesn't he know that health is

knows nothing? Doesn't he know that health is the mother who awaits you, the one who takes care of

the mother who awaits you, the one who takes care of your people, the one who watches over your neighborhood? Doesn't he

your people, the one who watches over your neighborhood? Doesn't he know that your sentence is the perfect

know that your sentence is the perfect safeguard to reach God with your

safeguard to reach God with your head held high? (Perz Cubilla) Let them strike

head held high? (Perz Cubilla) Let them strike with wondrous power and the green of your

with wondrous power and the green of your gaze, who dares against you? Who

gaze, who dares against you? Who accepts your lance if your lifeless body

accepts your lance if your lifeless body hangs from the cross, and vengeance doesn't know that

hangs from the cross, and vengeance doesn't know that Longinus doesn't know that after that long plain

Longinus doesn't know that after that long plain comes your neighborhood, ready to break

comes your neighborhood, ready to break its lance for you, to soothe the pains

its lance for you, to soothe the pains of that beautiful mother who comes from the

of that beautiful mother who comes from the colonies and is clarity, long taranza,

colonies and is clarity, long taranza, that Longinus doesn't know that he can do

that Longinus doesn't know that he can do nothing anymore. Die for us

nothing anymore. Die for us as God commands, to redeem the world

as God commands, to redeem the world with resounding patronage, my Christ of the

with resounding patronage, my Christ of the lance, who dares against you? Who

lance, who dares against you? Who sheds your blood descending San Sebastián

sheds your blood descending San Sebastián among swifts that sing hidden in

among swifts that sing hidden in the silent, silent afternoon?

the silent, silent afternoon? Who sheds your blood?

Who sheds your blood? To whom do you turn your face if you

To whom do you turn your face if you know that deep down we always

know that deep down we always find your face? You will look wherever you

find your face? You will look wherever you look, hand in hand with your mother. Oh Valley

look, hand in hand with your mother. Oh Valley of my entrails, chord of Holy Tuesday,

of my entrails, chord of Holy Tuesday, arrow in the closed night, light in the

arrow in the closed night, light in the dark passage, enchanted shadow breeze,

dark passage, enchanted shadow breeze, protect us with your mantle the color of

protect us with your mantle the color of spilled blood and always lead us to Jesus. Oh

spilled blood and always lead us to Jesus. Oh Valley of my entrails, and who dares?

Valley of my entrails, and who dares? Who claims your oblivion if you are

Who claims your oblivion if you are Lord of Passion, the center of attention

Lord of Passion, the center of attention for many generations of this Huelva

for many generations of this Huelva that acclaims you? It is not that your cross

that acclaims you? It is not that your cross soothes our backs because you

soothes our backs because you are the ointment for the pain of

are the ointment for the pain of our souls. They have not seen your

our souls. They have not seen your bearing and the essence you reveal in those

bearing and the essence you reveal in those eternal turns where the marches never

eternal turns where the marches never end. Woe to him who does not understand and does not

end. Woe to him who does not understand and does not look you in the face. By the Fountain, or Mother,

look you in the face. By the Fountain, or Mother, descending Santa Fe with your

descending Santa Fe with your subjugated city, but who dares with you?

subjugated city, but who dares with you? Who rejects your Refuge if that Refuge

Who rejects your Refuge if that Refuge is Mary, the Virgin who achieves all things

is Mary, the Virgin who achieves all things through the remnants and prayers that

through the remnants and prayers that she raises in her wake, conquering and exasperating with

she raises in her wake, conquering and exasperating with her poise and elegance? Let them not dare

her poise and elegance? Let them not dare with you, let them eat their words, for you

with you, let them eat their words, for you are the reason for life. For you,

are the reason for life. For you, mornings are born, the red wine reddens, and even

mornings are born, the red wine reddens, and even Saltz claims you. You are Lord of Passion,

Saltz claims you. You are Lord of Passion, sentenced in the lance. May the blood in the

sentenced in the lance. May the blood in the veins return and envelop. You, Lord, command.

veins return and envelop. You, Lord, command. [Applause] There

is no possible explanation for what stirs within one when one is

stirs within one when one is before you. The image of their

before you. The image of their devotion cannot be explained in

devotion cannot be explained in words;

words; the degree of complicity that arises

the degree of complicity that arises when our eyes meet those of the

when our eyes meet those of the Christ or the Virgin who watches over

Christ or the Virgin who watches over our

our bedside is indescribable. Sometimes we don't even say a word.

bedside is indescribable. Sometimes we don't even say a word. They know what we're going through, and when we

They know what we're going through, and when we arrive at their chapel, whether with a

arrive at their chapel, whether with a smile or bowed head, they

smile or bowed head, they know your feelings because your heart

know your feelings because your heart speaks to them. They know your joy and the pain

speaks to them. They know your joy and the pain of your soul because they are always present in the

of your soul because they are always present in the image of your home, sharing

image of your home, sharing sweet moments and also those that bring

sweet moments and also those that bring bitterness. Then you see them in their processions, and

bitterness. Then you see them in their processions, and the skin of your soul tingles. Providence

the skin of your soul tingles. Providence calls you to humbly fulfill what has

calls you to humbly fulfill what has captivated you and expires in a week.

captivated you and expires in a week. That's how your mother or father praised you;

That's how your mother or father praised you; perhaps your grandfather or grandmother taught you,

perhaps your grandfather or grandmother taught you, always giving you their

always giving you their image. Maybe it was your brother who never

image. Maybe it was your brother who never missed a rehearsal, or your penitent sister

missed a rehearsal, or your penitent sister who always wanted a staff. Perhaps it was

who always wanted a staff. Perhaps it was that friend or that couple who one day

that friend or that couple who one day opened the doors of a house they

opened the doors of a house they called a brotherhood, where they whiled away

called a brotherhood, where they whiled away the hours amidst cloth, gold, and

the hours amidst cloth, gold, and silver. That's how it was. You learned from your elders

silver. That's how it was. You learned from your elders who, with such sacrifice, forged

who, with such sacrifice, forged our Holy Week.

My Huelva holds a star in its jewel box, waiting to guide the

in its jewel box, waiting to guide the world, illuminating our course on

world, illuminating our course on a dreamlike boat that sails

a dreamlike boat that sails our streets and lights up its firmament,

our streets and lights up its firmament, from the Carmen to the little square where

from the Carmen to the little square where that star is awaited, and to the

that star is awaited, and to the compass rose that guides us. Jesus, when

compass rose that guides us. Jesus, when he is arrested, has a

he is arrested, has a prestigious gait, has a bearer's heart, has

prestigious gait, has a bearer's heart, has hundreds of promises, and that

hundreds of promises, and that entire neighborhood that accompanies him, devoted in an

entire neighborhood that accompanies him, devoted in an elegant procession. Devotion wears

elegant procession. Devotion wears ivory that Wednesday that I

ivory that Wednesday that I long for. May

long for. May Providence be fulfilled. Jesus will have to die.

Providence be fulfilled. Jesus will have to die. God's masterpiece and envelop the Holy

God's masterpiece and envelop the Holy Cross. It is the best of examples. Have you not

Cross. It is the best of examples. Have you not seen Saint Mary, nor Joseph of

seen Saint Mary, nor Joseph of Arimathea, nor Nicodemus, Saint John, nor Mary

Arimathea, nor Nicodemus, Saint John, nor Mary Magdalene? Have you not seen that

Magdalene? Have you not seen that Christ as he touches our land? He is

Christ as he touches our land? He is ours. Pineapple of art, the one that most

ours. Pineapple of art, the one that most represents us, the processional candles, the basket, the

represents us, the processional candles, the basket, the cross that begins the path, all of Huelva in

cross that begins the path, all of Huelva in Brotherhood, and a celestial princess with a face

Brotherhood, and a celestial princess with a face contrite with grief for the Last

contrite with grief for the Last Supper is watching Mary as her

Supper is watching Mary as her son is taken away, all of Huelva in Brotherhood,

son is taken away, all of Huelva in Brotherhood, flavor and category, silence that

flavor and category, silence that she, the mother of Grace, possesses, her son,

she, the mother of Grace, possesses, her son, Providence, there will be greater humility than to

Providence, there will be greater humility than to fulfill his destiny, being the King of

fulfill his destiny, being the King of Kings, he who expires in San Francisco,

Kings, he who expires in San Francisco, the despised of Herod, he who

the despised of Herod, he who found refuge, leaning out of a window

found refuge, leaning out of a window to receive affection, carries out what was

to receive affection, carries out what was agreed upon, God placed him in his destiny, the

agreed upon, God placed him in his destiny, the haven of humility, he will expire in San

haven of humility, he will expire in San Francisco, from the powder magazine to Huelva,

Francisco, from the powder magazine to Huelva, return to infinity, Christ gathers

return to infinity, Christ gathers prayers and asks the blessed Father,

prayers and asks the blessed Father, walking among fervors, Plaza Niña is a

walking among fervors, Plaza Niña is a delirium, that he take care of the hearts of this

delirium, that he take care of the hearts of this people already surrendered to the God who became

people already surrendered to the God who became man, despised by Herod and

man, despised by Herod and who expires in San Francisco, greater pain

who expires in San Francisco, greater pain of a mother who sees her son agonizing, there will be

of a mother who sees her son agonizing, there will be greater devotion, there will be a truth

greater devotion, there will be a truth more certain than This seafaring Huelva

more certain than This seafaring Huelva longs to be a powder keg, it was when the Mother

longs to be a powder keg, it was when the Mother of God decided to walk its streets. How do

of God decided to walk its streets. How do you love the Virgin descending through the

you love the Virgin descending through the Alameda or ascending Sor Ángel, where

Alameda or ascending Sor Ángel, where Brazil awaits her? The slaughterhouse

Brazil awaits her? The slaughterhouse implores her, Miguel Redondo begs her, and all of

implores her, Miguel Redondo begs her, and all of Huelva goes wild to see her arrive at the little

Huelva goes wild to see her arrive at the little square. There is no greater devotion, no

square. There is no greater devotion, no truth more certain than that Victoria and

truth more certain than that Victoria and Esperanza are the soul of this land that

Esperanza are the soul of this land that gazes into those eyes that melt

gazes into those eyes that melt anyone, because Victoria captures you and

anyone, because Victoria captures you and Esperanza sweeps you away for your entire life. Will there be

Esperanza sweeps you away for your entire life. Will there be greater devotion, a

greater devotion, a truth more certain than the powder keg so full of

truth more certain than the powder keg so full of bullets when she raises that canopy before

bullets when she raises that canopy before opening her doors? Does anyone have any

opening her doors? Does anyone have any doubt? Perhaps someone didn't know that

doubt? Perhaps someone didn't know that Huelva surrenders at the feet of the

Huelva surrenders at the feet of the honey-colored spark of that dark face. There is no

honey-colored spark of that dark face. There is no greater devotion, no truth more

greater devotion, no truth more certain than that Victoria and Esperanza are the

certain than that Victoria and Esperanza are the soul of this land that is inherently

soul of this land that is inherently Marian as a supreme quality. Who

Marian as a supreme quality. Who can question it if she is a tuberose in

can question it if she is a tuberose in spring that perfumes our lives? No matter how many times

spring that perfumes our lives? No matter how many times the date passes She illuminates our

the date passes She illuminates our nights, being the radiant star, who

nights, being the radiant star, who can question it if she is the

can question it if she is the full grace that from the Conquero to Columbus, from the

full grace that from the Conquero to Columbus, from the port to the riverbank, is help for your

port to the riverbank, is help for your ills, a lap that comforts you.

ills, a lap that comforts you. My land is now Marian because Mary is

My land is now Marian because Mary is its queen. From night to morning, there is no

its queen. From night to morning, there is no truth more certain than that Victory and

truth more certain than that Victory and Hope have Supreme Majesty.

Hope have Supreme Majesty. The full moon knows it. Victory and

The full moon knows it. Victory and Hope are the soul of my Huelva.

Hope are the soul of my Huelva. [Music]

[Music] [Applause]

unparalleled, the brushes that announce it, the symphony that

the symphony that accompanies the

accompanies the velvet embroidery, the wood that is carved, the

velvet embroidery, the wood that is carved, the metal that is chiseled, the incense that

metal that is chiseled, the incense that intoxicates, the whispers of secrecy, the

intoxicates, the whispers of secrecy, the twinkling of candles, the back of a

twinkling of candles, the back of a canopy when that canopy moves away, the

canopy when that canopy moves away, the shadow, the light of a mystery, the

shadow, the light of a mystery, the passion of Christ on

passion of Christ on stage, the sun, the moon, the sunset,

stage, the sun, the moon, the sunset, even the dawn of day.

even the dawn of day. Think about it well, what greatness he had,

Think about it well, what greatness he had, whose ingenuity conceived a brotherhood.

whose ingenuity conceived a brotherhood. How many displays of art, how much

How many displays of art, how much artisanal work we contemplate In our

artisanal work we contemplate In our Holy Week, before us are displayed

Holy Week, before us are displayed century-old treasures alongside new creations that

century-old treasures alongside new creations that maintain the spirit of those

maintain the spirit of those masteries that would have been lost in the

masteries that would have been lost in the mists of time were it not for the

mists of time were it not for the brotherhoods and their

brotherhoods and their members. When we commemorate the

members. When we commemorate the institution of the

institution of the Eucharist, on the day of

Eucharist, on the day of brotherly love, after the holy offices,

brotherly love, after the holy offices, the minor

the minor warns us, the catechism of the people returns,

warns us, the catechism of the people returns, inspired by Juan de Mesa on

inspired by Juan de Mesa on carved wood, with a superb heritage that

carved wood, with a superb heritage that runs throughout Huelva with the aroma of another

era. The afternoon wants to sway in the Plaza Cotora, soaking up art in one

Plaza Cotora, soaking up art in one brotherhood after another. The sun does not want

brotherhood after another. The sun does not want to set, the moon pushes it. Crazy, there is no

to set, the moon pushes it. Crazy, there is no more beautiful image than to see a brotherhood

more beautiful image than to see a brotherhood turn in Cotora. Thursday becomes

turn in Cotora. Thursday becomes silent as mercy passes, heralded

silent as mercy passes, heralded by bell and black train that

by bell and black train that makes the night severe, mute and

makes the night severe, mute and astonished before a superb figure. Christ is

astonished before a superb figure. Christ is the

the redeeming cross, Mary remains waiting nearby,

redeeming cross, Mary remains waiting nearby, the miraculous one, all sorrow broken in tears,

the miraculous one, all sorrow broken in tears, pure her supper of enchantment, Conception, my

pure her supper of enchantment, Conception, my mediator. And you continue Dying, Lord, you continue to

mediator. And you continue Dying, Lord, you continue to mark that hour when you saved

mark that hour when you saved men from their sinful truth; that is why your

men from their sinful truth; that is why your good death turns all my clothes upside down

good death turns all my clothes upside down when you go out into the street on that dark

when you go out into the street on that dark mahogany, and the Angels illuminate you with

mahogany, and the Angels illuminate you with torches that overflow the light you give

torches that overflow the light you give to the world when you go through Cottonmore. But grant

to the world when you go through Cottonmore. But grant me, Lord, to confess one

me, Lord, to confess one thing here: I am lost in a countenance when

thing here: I am lost in a countenance when that crownless Virgin crosses before me. She

that crownless Virgin crosses before me. She wears no canopy or anything; heaven is enough for her, more than enough,

wears no canopy or anything; heaven is enough for her, more than enough, watching over an empty cross.

watching over an empty cross. Consolation, my Mother, ideal of sorrowful,

Consolation, my Mother, ideal of sorrowful, her mouth to the air, an expression that

her mouth to the air, an expression that enchants. Consolation, my Mother,

enchants. Consolation, my Mother, moving beauty, the great theater is witness,

moving beauty, the great theater is witness, the columns are already appearing. As I go up

the columns are already appearing. As I go up Vázquez López, Christ surrendered, imploring that

Vázquez López, Christ surrendered, imploring that that chalice pass from him before the angel

that chalice pass from him before the angel who comforts. How prayer imposes itself

who comforts. How prayer imposes itself wherever it is, wherever it is

wherever it is, wherever it is placed, a moving message, an evocative mystery, a wondrous

placed, a moving message, an evocative mystery, a wondrous corporation.

corporation. Jesus knows his condemnation, his punishment is

Jesus knows his condemnation, his punishment is not forgiven. He knows of his chains, of

not forgiven. He knows of his chains, of the mockery he endures, of scourges, of lashes,

the mockery he endures, of scourges, of lashes, of thorns. The crown and the

of thorns. The crown and the purple of a rag they place upon him as a

purple of a rag they place upon him as a mantle to humiliate him. He knows

mantle to humiliate him. He knows of his chains, those of then and those of

of his chains, those of then and those of now, that lead him to the cross. Safe journey

now, that lead him to the cross. Safe journey of Jesus, saving voyage of that return

of Jesus, saving voyage of that return from other times when he observes

from other times when he observes the gospel with that old-fashioned flavor through

the gospel with that old-fashioned flavor through Coto Mora Square, and in the

Coto Mora Square, and in the darkest night there is no image more beautiful than

darkest night there is no image more beautiful than the Virgin under a canopy. As that

the Virgin under a canopy. As that return begins, let Farfán's "Gandar Gam" sound in

return begins, let Farfán's "Gandar Gam" sound in the CNA, also by Anto Cebrián, for that

the CNA, also by Anto Cebrián, for that good mother, resplendent in her

good mother, resplendent in her step, aftertaste, substance and

step, aftertaste, substance and essence, classicism lavish in the

essence, classicism lavish in the night of my Huelva, which is enveloped in

night of my Huelva, which is enveloped in incense like a gift that wants to be

incense like a gift that wants to be opened, the city that dreams of her all year,

opened, the city that dreams of her all year, dressed in gold leaf and silver like the

dressed in gold leaf and silver like the adornment of a pearl, or under a canopy, Juan

adornment of a pearl, or under a canopy, Juan Manuelino as a queen's jeweler. She is a

Manuelino as a queen's jeweler. She is a beautiful young woman who brings the scent of roses,

beautiful young woman who brings the scent of roses, sustained by stars, a woman who

sustained by stars, a woman who is miraculous, who holds her handkerchief

is miraculous, who holds her handkerchief with the cape, so that she does not move,

with the cape, so that she does not move, in Coto Mora Square. God Himself

in Coto Mora Square. God Himself delights in His alo and gentleness, don't be in a

delights in His alo and gentleness, don't be in a hurry, the Dawn that comes strolling, Our Lady of

hurry, the Dawn that comes strolling, Our Lady of Sorrows, Mother and Lady of Sorrows, our servant

Sorrows, Mother and Lady of Sorrows, our servant

It's hard to pass by His door and not go in to see Him, there's

go in to see Him, there's always something to tell Him, it doesn't matter

always something to tell Him, it doesn't matter where you go or

where you go or where you come from, whatever brotherhood you belong to, you

where you come from, whatever brotherhood you belong to, you arrive at that corner and your heart

arrive at that corner and your heart takes you there, and if you're going about your business and you don't even

takes you there, and if you're going about your business and you don't even realize when you fall into oblivion, just turn around,

realize when you fall into oblivion, just turn around, the Lord is the

the Lord is the magnet that binds you to your beliefs, He is the one who is

magnet that binds you to your beliefs, He is the one who is always there, the one who attracts that force

always there, the one who attracts that force that keeps us standing, just as He is

that keeps us standing, just as He is with our crosses on our backs, He is Jesus of

with our crosses on our backs, He is Jesus of Nazareth, He is

Nazareth, He is the Lord,

return, the four chimes ring, dawn is breaking, and return, He knows His

dawn is breaking, and return, He knows His place, just like every morning, on the path to

place, just like every morning, on the path to the plaza,

the plaza, return, go see your Christ, go out with Him,

return, go see your Christ, go out with Him, accompany Him, you never leave Him alone, just like

accompany Him, you never leave Him alone, just like every morning when you start your

every morning when you start your day, He tells you, I'm with you, and you

day, He tells you, I'm with you, and you follow Him in the night, to the spell of His

follow Him in the night, to the spell of His band, when you go to Puerto Street or reach

band, when you go to Puerto Street or reach the Esperanza, like He follows your life,

the Esperanza, like He follows your life, which you narrate to him daily. Huelva is always with

which you narrate to him daily. Huelva is always with you, all year round, and at dawn you are the

you, all year round, and at dawn you are the sun of the morning. The one who will never leave me

sun of the morning. The one who will never leave me when, on Marina Street at 8, in La

when, on Marina Street at 8, in La Alborada, I waited for you with my father, where

Alborada, I waited for you with my father, where the pear sang. Vuelva always goes with

the pear sang. Vuelva always goes with you all year round, and at dawn, and you

you all year round, and at dawn, and you give us, your mother, bitterness crowned with

give us, your mother, bitterness crowned with powerful beauty, perfectly adorned, cradled

powerful beauty, perfectly adorned, cradled under a canopy,

under a canopy, precious, the ones set together, and it moves

precious, the ones set together, and it moves the sky that cries petals at dawn. Oh

the sky that cries petals at dawn. Oh Nazarene, return my God of the

Nazarene, return my God of the dawn, the one I ask for every night, and I

dawn, the one I ask for every night, and I always give thanks for my family,

always give thanks for my family, for my people, like all the people of Huelva who

for my people, like all the people of Huelva who are reflected in your face. You are Lord of my

are reflected in your face. You are Lord of my land, friend who never fails, and my

land, friend who never fails, and my daily bread in that prayer. Vuelva

daily bread in that prayer. Vuelva is always with you, that is why here it is

is always with you, that is why here it is proclaimed that you are Lord of Vuelva when you

proclaimed that you are Lord of Vuelva when you are in your chapel and in the four

are in your chapel and in the four chimes that you are Lord of Huelva, my

chimes that you are Lord of Huelva, my father of my soul, you Jesus Nazarene,

father of my soul, you Jesus Nazarene, my God in the

my God in the [Applause]

dawn. There is no greater commitment than to give one's life. For

others. This is how Jesus fulfilled his duty to the

Jesus fulfilled his duty to the Father. Therein lies our best

Father. Therein lies our best model: to be a

model: to be a member of a brotherhood is to commit yourself to God, to your

member of a brotherhood is to commit yourself to God, to your faith, to your Church. To be a member implies a

faith, to your Church. To be a member implies a demanding commitment to the idiosyncrasies

demanding commitment to the idiosyncrasies of your brotherhood, to your people, to your

of your brotherhood, to your people, to your land. To be a member of a brotherhood is to commit yourself to

land. To be a member of a brotherhood is to commit yourself to society and to your

society and to your Holy Week. However, Holy Week

Holy Week. However, Holy Week also requires a commitment from

also requires a commitment from everyone to everyone; it cannot walk alone.

everyone to everyone; it cannot walk alone. We members of brotherhoods need the hand of

We members of brotherhoods need the hand of those who know us, value us, correct us

those who know us, value us, correct us with sound judgment, and guide us. This

with sound judgment, and guide us. This mutual commitment is essential to fulfill

mutual commitment is essential to fulfill the ultimate purpose for which

the ultimate purpose for which our brotherhoods and

our brotherhoods and confraternities were created in this era of

confraternities were created in this era of secularization. For us

secularization. For us Christians, for us members of brotherhoods, not

Christians, for us members of brotherhoods, not

everything can be acceptable. Jesus dies for us, cementing our

cementing our faith. Afterward, he will be taken down and buried

faith. Afterward, he will be taken down and buried before the immense desolation of the few

before the immense desolation of the few who never abandoned him. With the candle

who never abandoned him. With the candle of Parbe as his only light,

of Parbe as his only light, his mother will remain in immense

his mother will remain in immense solitude, without the song of the

birds. Everything is being consummated; the Son of God has died, and at the foot of

the Son of God has died, and at the foot of Romano Viaplana, he carries the cloths to

Romano Viaplana, he carries the cloths to wrap that body. That faith of an entire

wrap that body. That faith of an entire neighborhood that every Good Friday comes out in a

neighborhood that every Good Friday comes out in a blaze of glory, proclaiming that its faith continues to

blaze of glory, proclaiming that its faith continues to grow with the passing years, because

grow with the passing years, because faith is the sustenance of every

faith is the sustenance of every Christian people. How could the

Christian people. How could the crucified Lord not be a support, if his mother is charity,

crucified Lord not be a support, if his mother is charity, love according to Saint Paul, charity that

love according to Saint Paul, charity that conquers you when she extends her hand,

conquers you when she extends her hand, charity that dazzles you when she ascends

charity that dazzles you when she ascends her canopy, charity that overwhelms you with

her canopy, charity that overwhelms you with all the faith of the neighborhood, charity that

all the faith of the neighborhood, charity that defeats me on Good Friday night. Everything is

defeats me on Good Friday night. Everything is consummated, and before we can even think about it,

consummated, and before we can even think about it, the Lord is lowered in silhouette,

the Lord is lowered in silhouette, blessed there in Saint Peter's, high above. Huelva

blessed there in Saint Peter's, high above. Huelva knows what I'm saying; its sky is

knows what I'm saying; its sky is clear, and through the Petrine porch, as if

clear, and through the Petrine porch, as if Calvary were never seen, emerges the

Calvary were never seen, emerges the divine mystery of the brilliant Ayamonte artist, seemingly

divine mystery of the brilliant Ayamonte artist, seemingly drawn. How much pain emanates from

drawn. How much pain emanates from that embossed painting, how much pain is

that embossed painting, how much pain is contained in the resigned eyes of a

contained in the resigned eyes of a beautiful Virgin, so graceful. How much

beautiful Virgin, so graceful. How much sweetness in her face, how much strength

sweetness in her face, how much strength in her gaze despite the tears shed, what

in her gaze despite the tears shed, what beauty in her affliction, how much heart

beauty in her affliction, how much heart pierced to the Vera,

pierced to the Vera, resignation, sorrowful purple lily,

resignation, sorrowful purple lily, everything is consummated and they have

everything is consummated and they have delivered his body, she takes him in her

delivered his body, she takes him in her arms and places him in her lap, broken with

arms and places him in her lap, broken with anguish inside. It's a pity that in this

anguish inside. It's a pity that in this world today this is still seen, wars,

world today this is still seen, wars, sinister, so many

sinister, so many mistreated peoples, they don't leave our thoughts,

mistreated peoples, they don't leave our thoughts, we have become accustomed to looking at

we have become accustomed to looking at suffering without seeing the pain that

suffering without seeing the pain that this engraving describes, a mother and her

this engraving describes, a mother and her dead son, and the world hasn't noticed,

dead son, and the world hasn't noticed, everything has been consummated, return.

everything has been consummated, return. Look for a hermitage, a narrow alley

Look for a hermitage, a narrow alley to attend the burial, under the mourning of

to attend the burial, under the mourning of heartbreak, return, return to San Pedro

heartbreak, return, return to San Pedro where everything was, the sky turns

where everything was, the sky turns black, the sun leaves ashamed,

black, the sun leaves ashamed, the veil of the temple is torn for the crime

the veil of the temple is torn for the crime perpetrated, how alone Mary remains, with a

perpetrated, how alone Mary remains, with a disconsolate profile adorned in jet,

disconsolate profile adorned in jet, behind the urn of the deceased, she sadly walks

behind the urn of the deceased, she sadly walks the streets to the sound of the tempered drum,

the streets to the sound of the tempered drum, that's what Mary gives her, the one who comes

that's what Mary gives her, the one who comes remembering, do what he tells you,

remembering, do what he tells you, despite so much horror,

despite so much horror, burial of Christ, beginning of the

burial of Christ, beginning of the longed-for end, and everything has been consummated, the Virgin

longed-for end, and everything has been consummated, the Virgin to At the foot of the cross, no one stays by her

to At the foot of the cross, no one stays by her side. They have already taken Jesus away, and

side. They have already taken Jesus away, and turn back.

turn back. Silence as Mary passes, holding

Silence as Mary passes, holding in her hands a crown of thorns and

in her hands a crown of thorns and

bloodied nails. Silence that does not fill the air. Pain has overflowed when we see the

Pain has overflowed when we see the mother in the midst of that disaster, without her

mother in the midst of that disaster, without her son in the shroud. Silence as

son in the shroud. Silence as Mary passes. Everything has been

Mary passes. Everything has been consummated. The chairs are being closed, and in

consummated. The chairs are being closed, and in the quiet atmosphere of the Immaculate Conception,

the quiet atmosphere of the Immaculate Conception, the last step is solemnly visible. She is the

the last step is solemnly visible. She is the culmination of the day, leaving a taste in her wake. It

culmination of the day, leaving a taste in her wake. It is the end of the journey, the one that lasts a few

is the end of the journey, the one that lasts a few days and that we have dreamed so much of.

days and that we have dreamed so much of. Mary at the foot of the Cross, the last ray

Mary at the foot of the Cross, the last ray of light, solitude of Good Friday.

of light, solitude of Good Friday. [Applause] On

Holy Saturday, there is still something to be done, and this one

done, and this one returns

returns home, returns to the

home, returns to the powder magazine.

powder magazine. There I reaffirm my faith under a sweet

There I reaffirm my faith under a sweet gaze that seems to smile at me before the

gaze that seems to smile at me before the burnt wax of a canopy with flowers already dried.

burnt wax of a canopy with flowers already dried. Exhausted by so much fragrance, overflowing,

Exhausted by so much fragrance, overflowing, she looks at me as if she were

she looks at me as if she were waiting for me, and I always tell her the

waiting for me, and I always tell her the same thing: "Come on, you look beautiful.

same thing: "Come on, you look beautiful.

Thank you for this Holy Monday." Thank you. For another

Holy Week, as the Lord said, it all boils down to love for God and

Lord said, it all boils down to love for God and neighbor, the perfect epitome of

neighbor, the perfect epitome of our

our Holy Week. Without

Holy Week. Without love, we are nothing,

because love is the commandment. God left it in his

commandment. God left it in his word; we know it well in Huelva, and we exalt it

word; we know it well in Huelva, and we exalt it when we all come together to

when we all come together to make

make Holy Week a light that conquers the night, the

Holy Week a light that conquers the night, the dawn of early

morning, love for the Son of God and his Immaculate Mother, love for traditions and

Immaculate Mother, love for traditions and home customs, for no one like

home customs, for no one like a mother can properly arrange your cloak, love

a mother can properly arrange your cloak, love among brothers so that a brotherhood may

among brothers so that a brotherhood may emerge, love among confraternities, united,

emerge, love among confraternities, united, interconnected, love that is always

interconnected, love that is always found where God chose to dwell.

found where God chose to dwell. Huelva has it very easily, for there in the

Huelva has it very easily, for there in the Mena orchard, it is always found in its

Mena orchard, it is always found in its face. You are the flower of flowers, the

face. You are the flower of flowers, the love that never fails, the hope of each

love that never fails, the hope of each day. Upon waking in the morning, sweet beauty

day. Upon waking in the morning, sweet beauty that suffers from profiles that monopolize, love that

that suffers from profiles that monopolize, love that cries with you, love that stirs your

cries with you, love that stirs your soul when you see her smile, that smile that

soul when you see her smile, that smile that gives you calm, and lips parted

gives you calm, and lips parted that seem to speak to you. You, the chosen one

that seem to speak to you. You, the chosen one of God, beautiful woman of Huelva who walks

of God, beautiful woman of Huelva who walks like No one under the canopy of grace,

like No one under the canopy of grace, you are the one who rocks the night when

you are the one who rocks the night when your march resounds, you are the one who rocks the cross of the

your march resounds, you are the one who rocks the cross of the singing nuns, the one who struts through her

singing nuns, the one who struts through her neighborhood, peeking out among the orange trees, and they praise you,

neighborhood, peeking out among the orange trees, and they praise you, your love of

your love of loves, the sublime luminary, whim of the

loves, the sublime luminary, whim of the creator of this Marian land, you are the

creator of this Marian land, you are the most beautiful, the ark of the covenant, you

most beautiful, the ark of the covenant, you who broke the molds that León Ortega

who broke the molds that León Ortega carved, you are the courtyard of the Angels who

carved, you are the courtyard of the Angels who suffer, play, and heal, you are that light of the

suffer, play, and heal, you are that light of the world that leads to hope, you who,

world that leads to hope, you who, when your eyes reach me,

when your eyes reach me, are the dove of love, the filigree of the powder

are the dove of love, the filigree of the powder magazine. Always take me with you like a carnation in

magazine. Always take me with you like a carnation in your vase, like a

your vase, like a scallop in your canopy, like an opana lantern.

scallop in your canopy, like an opana lantern. Always take me with you, love, pinned to your

Always take me with you, love, pinned to your skirt, like a veil on your mantle, like a

skirt, like a veil on your mantle, like a devout medal. Without your love I cannot

devout medal. Without your love I cannot live, without you I lack air, that is why,

live, without you I lack air, that is why, love, I ask you at the end of my prayer, do

love, I ask you at the end of my prayer, do not let go of my hand, Lady of

not let go of my hand, Lady of Holy Monday, sovereign Mother of God

Holy Monday, sovereign Mother of God [Applause]

[Applause] [Music]

[Music] [Applause]

[Applause] [Music]

[Music] [Applause]

When dawn breaks with the nostalgia of memory, the week and oneself go into

memory, the week and oneself go into retreat, and it's time to gather

retreat, and it's time to gather snapshots, to review

snapshots, to review photographs, to sit on the sofa and watch

photographs, to sit on the sofa and watch delayed broadcasts.

You remember that upright walk and also that departure, those

also that departure, those glances that speak of the touch of hands

glances that speak of the touch of hands in the steps that then go to the lips

in the steps that then go to the lips to become a kiss, of the

to become a kiss, of the immense petal shower, of that lifting of the

immense petal shower, of that lifting of the sky. You remember that

embrace, the tears that pray, that march in the neighborhood. You

that march in the neighborhood. You remember that

remember that silence, also of the one who is no longer there and of the one who

silence, also of the one who is no longer there and of the one who has lived his

has lived his first year. When dawn breaks with the nostalgia

first year. When dawn breaks with the nostalgia of memory, one goes to the

of memory, one goes to the Hispanic world and everything begins again. There

Hispanic world and everything begins again. There the pain of Christ's passion makes sense,

the pain of Christ's passion makes sense, and the brother has the reason for his

and the brother has the reason for his existence, the anchor that holds him, the truth.

existence, the anchor that holds him, the truth. Jesus rises again with the sounds of the band and

Jesus rises again with the sounds of the band and announces he returns to the world, that he is still among

announces he returns to the world, that he is still among us, that he and his message continue to

us, that he and his message continue to live for humanity, that he who was born

live for humanity, that he who was born of the light A blessed woman will always

of the light A blessed woman will always be with

us. How lucky you are, Huelva, to have Jesus alive. He has conquered

Jesus alive. He has conquered death and will always be with us. I say, how

death and will always be with us. I say, how lucky you are, Huelva, here

lucky you are, Huelva, here Christ rises again. Because there in Hispanidad the

Christ rises again. Because there in Hispanidad the third day has been fulfilled, and just like

third day has been fulfilled, and just like with the donkey, the Lord will come to

with the donkey, the Lord will come to meet you. There begins his journey. He is not only

meet you. There begins his journey. He is not only in the little square or among the

in the little square or among the vanquished orange trees. He doesn't only go through San Pedro or that

vanquished orange trees. He doesn't only go through San Pedro or that beloved powder magazine. He doesn't only see the palm tree

beloved powder magazine. He doesn't only see the palm tree that is not forgotten, or pass through La

that is not forgotten, or pass through La Merced, or have Columbus in his heart, because he

Merced, or have Columbus in his heart, because he dwells in your heart. For ever and ever, do

dwells in your heart. For ever and ever, do not look among the dead.

not look among the dead. Come back, for Jesus is very much alive and

Come back, for Jesus is very much alive and remains in our land. Come back, you are

remains in our land. Come back, you are his

destiny. He no longer goes to Emu. He takes us to paradise, walking through the fields among

to paradise, walking through the fields among eucalyptus and pine trees, picking poppies

eucalyptus and pine trees, picking poppies and daisies. And God for

and daisies. And God for his mother's hat, who awaits him like a child to

his mother's hat, who awaits him like a child to cradle. In her arms, the divine little shepherd,

cradle. In her arms, the divine little shepherd, he is not among the dead, he goes with you, he

he is not among the dead, he goes with you, he is very much alive, sharing his bread and

is very much alive, sharing his bread and the cup of his wine through the fields. From

the cup of his wine through the fields. From Doñana, surrounded by pilgrims, he

Doñana, surrounded by pilgrims, he walks among rockrose, between rosemary and

walks among rockrose, between rosemary and mastic, to reach the marsh, the

mastic, to reach the marsh, the best of the designs where the

best of the designs where the Queen Blanca Paloma awaits. Arm,

Queen Blanca Paloma awaits. Arm, mountain man, the senses no longer go for emu.

mountain man, the senses no longer go for emu. Christ goes along your path, marking your

Christ goes along your path, marking your step, burning in your heart, going towards

step, burning in your heart, going towards the Mother of God who is where God has

the Mother of God who is where God has willed. Do not look for him among the dead, for he

willed. Do not look for him among the dead, for he goes with you to Rocío, that

goes with you to Rocío, that [Applause]

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speak of Holy Week, that not a single bit has been left out of all the brotherhoods, those who

a single bit has been left out of all the brotherhoods, those who

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is [Applause]

those who know, it is the reading of a very choro, very hense, a proclamation that now He

choro, very hense, a proclamation that now He is applauded by the

crowd. Applause for David Martín Bernal's proclamation

proclamation [Applause].

A true example of the humility he possesses, which he treasures, and which, of course, only serves to

treasures, and which, of course, only serves to highlight the greatness he has

highlight the greatness he has as a

as a

Christian. [Applause] Well, in this way, as we were saying, the proclamation of our

we were saying, the proclamation of our Holy Week concludes. Jesús, a proclamation in which

Holy Week concludes. Jesús, a proclamation in which we have reviewed all the brotherhoods, in

we have reviewed all the brotherhoods, in which David has shared those

which David has shared those memories that, in just a few

memories that, in just a few days, will become a reality, God willing.

days, will become a reality, God willing. I think it has been a proclamation full

I think it has been a proclamation full of joy, happiness, and also

of joy, happiness, and also reflection. It has taken us through

reflection. It has taken us through all the streets of Huelva, it has taken me

all the streets of Huelva, it has taken me to the start of each procession, it has

to the start of each procession, it has led me to feel a new Holy Week. We

led me to feel a new Holy Week. We congratulate, of course,

congratulate, of course, the herald

the herald of the brotherhoods, and we are going to say goodbye.

of the brotherhoods, and we are going to say goodbye. Jesús, it has been a pleasure to be with you, my friend, a

Jesús, it has been a pleasure to be with you, my friend, a pleasure to have been with you as well,

pleasure to have been with you as well, and with all the people of Huelva who

and with all the people of Huelva who have listened to us today. Thank you very much, my

have listened to us today. Thank you very much, my friends, and it has been a pleasure, of course, to have shared it with

friends, and it has been a pleasure, of course, to have shared it with all the

all the listeners who have been

listeners who have been listening. I hope you have enjoyed it. Enjoyed it

listening. I hope you have enjoyed it. Enjoyed it as much as we did, and hopefully we'll continue

as much as we did, and hopefully we'll continue enjoying it next week because

enjoying it next week because after the opening speech, all that's left is to

after the opening speech, all that's left is to experience our Holy Week.

experience our Holy Week. Thank you so much for everything. We'll of course keep you

Thank you so much for everything. We'll of course keep you updated about our week

updated about our week on tba. Good afternoon.

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