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Maarten Janssen, 2014-

PS8149

[1651]. Carta de Bartolomé Arias, servidor del tabaco, para Garcilaso.

Author(s) Bartolomé Arias      
Addressee(s) Garcilaso      
In English

Letter from Bartolomé Arias, a tobacco seller, to Garcilaso.

The author sends Garcilaso a love poem. It could be a poem which the author has asked Garcilaso to deliver to his lover.

Between 1650 and 1666, Bartolomé Arias was accused of being a judaizer, and was eventually found guilty. During the interrogatory, he confirmed to have written the first of the letters of this file (PS8143), but someone had told him not to sign it. In this file are collected also the letters related to communications from the secret jails, because Bartolomé Arias was suspected to have stolen a key which permitted him to establish a way of communication between the jail and the outside world. Alonso de Cañizares, warden of the secret jail of the Holy Office in Toledo, declared that, during a search in the cell of María Carlos (who had been arrested as a judaizer), he had found a quill and small sheets of paper. When interrogated, María Carlos relates how she managed to get the quill and how she had prepared ink with charcoal and water, to write to her husband Baltasar Rodríguez Cardozo, who was imprisoned, too.

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A mi amigo garsilaso q dios guarde dulsisima Leonor mia

q de males q padesco por verte en tan triste prision sin poderte dar remedio mas si acaso en tus penas te sirvo de algun consuelo asta verte de aqui fuera prometo estar aqui dentro prq quiero livertad si yo mas cautivo quedo pues si mi amor es tan grande no agradescas esta fineza pues yo sienpre qdo y esto lo tengo azer pa vivir quando muero la lus le falte a mis ojos todos los quatro elemtos y mis carnes coman perros sin darme ningun sustento veame el mas perdido el tienpo pa q quiero el valor y pa que tengo esfuerso pues todo viene a parar en llevarse un tormto el amor todo lo allana q al fin es dios aunq siego pues quando el valor me faltare prometo si vive el sielo acordandome de ti no sentir ningun tormto q es el mayor sentimiento si como a dios no le adoro si o tengo gusto sin ti si no es quando te veo mismo le adora el alma y como a dios te obedesco Reyna lo es de mi gusto y a tus pies rendido y puesto pido la vida q usurpas a la mte mas perfeto


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