And because I have proposed to serve Your Lordship with all the fruits of my little ingenuity , shipping to submit to your Lordship a book of vespers at my expense I 've had printed here in Rome.
And because I have proposed to serve Your Lordship with all the fruits of my little ingenuity , shipping to submit to your Lordship a book of vespers at my expense I 've had printed here in Rome.
Letter to Sevilla Cathedral Chapter. 14th. of January 1582.
...I supplicate your Lordship has great care with the correcting of this book, and that every letter is put in place.
Note to his Vesper Pslams printer.
I think Your Lordship will be pleased with the printing, because although there are many singers in this holy church, it's point enogh for everyone.
Letter to Sevilla Cathedral Chapter. 14th. of January 1582.
If there were someone trying to find purposes everywhere, there is not a single thing as useful as music, which, reaching our hearts soft but deeply, through the message left in our hearing, provides a clear benefit not only for our soul but also for our body
Cantica Beata Virginis, 1581. Dedication for the Cardinal Michelle Bonello.
I did this Officium for death and honor of the Empress Our Lady, who will be in heaven; which being, to the glory of God, so excellent I have sent to all the princes and prelates of Christendom.
Letter to Gollegium Germanicum Rectors in Rome. 1st. of February 1606.
...that glory of God our Lord has not left Spain or Italy such a particular book like this for organists.
Letter to Jaen Cathedral Chapter. 10th. of February 1601.
I miss the sweet priests' conversation, and I'm not far from returning to this holy city and die in it.
Letter to Giovanni Giovenale Ancina. 17th. of October 1586.
Likewise any kind of music has come out of some harmonic sounds produced by disharmonic voices, but reaching monarchs’ ears as something playful and pleasant, nearly heavenly.
Missae, magnificat, motecta, psalmi, 1600. Dedication for Philip III.
Silencio. Del instante
lunar, la fuente brota.
¡Dios mío! Estamos muertos.
Gira el astro. Se borra
la eternidad herida,
las heridas palomas,
el cristal donde estalla
la luz que se desploma.
Todas las almas
llevan sangrando su corona.
Sin tiempo. Sin caminos.
Como un árbol sin hoja.
Como una primavera muda,
y errante y rota...
Acordes a Tomás Luis de Victoria, 1952
In this court, and in Spain, my books hav pleased, and the King really liked them, particularly his and the Duke of Savoy's and his daughter, the princess.
Letter to Giovanni Giovenale Ancina. 17th. of October 1586.