San Ictícola De Los Peces

According to some authors, the origins of religious music go back to a very distant past; According to others, they sink into prehistory.

The question that arises is: do they rise, or do they sink?

Primitive fishermen already sang fervent liturgical hymns to obtain a good catch, a practice that fell into disuse because
These songs flattered the gods, but scared away the fish.

For this reason, the fishermen of the village of Roca Povera, in southern Italy, pray to Saint Icticola de los Peces, also called
San Ictícola de la Mar, and they pray to him for good fishing in the saint's hermitage, located in the middle of the mountain, where the fish do not
can hear them.

The village of Roca Povera depends for its subsistence on a few crops and its impoverished fishing; that is, its economy is
typically "agricultural".

The village of Roca Povera is still poor in mystical legends: never a miracle, never an image that sheds tears; not only
The Virgin never appeared to any of them, but in the village church several saints, a chalice and two reliquaries disappeared.

But the fishermen do not lose faith; once again, like every year on their day, they go in procession guided by the parish priest to
the hermitage of San Ictícola de los Peces, to ask him, this time, to answer his prayers.

- My children, we are all going to the hermitage of San Ictícola to ask for a good catch.

- The truth is, father, since we prayed to Saint Icticola we catch less and less fish.

- Before there was good fishing here, with the saint we had before, but they moved it.

- Saint Ictícola knows that among us there are heretics, perjurers, apostates... and that is why he is upset.

- Father, if the apostate bothers you, why don't you have surgery?

- Is it much longer until the little sister of the Saint?

- The hermitage.

- Is it much longer until the termite of the saint?

- The termite!... The saint's hermitage!!

- The saint's kettle?

- The hermitage, the sanctuary, the chapel!!

- Is the saint's little sister's groundhog in the chapel?

- Aaaaaah, we're coming! Let's go, let's go

(All)

Saint Icticola of the sea, Saint Icticola of the fish
we want to request you
that you give us a good catch, unlike other times
Don't fail us again.

With fervor and faith, we come to pray to you,
but you also put a little will.
Saint Icticola of the sea, Saint Icticola of the fish,
Don't fail us again.

(...)

- Silence, children, remember, we have come on the saint's day to pray to the saint on his saint's day. Silence silence.

(All) (Gregorian)

Saint Icticola of the fishes, on your day we implore you.
Fulfill our request, fulfill our prayers in your day...
Happy Birthday!

- Brothers, there are fewer and fewer fish... And whose fault is it? It is your fault because you live in sin!

- No, father: we live off fish.

- Let us pray: Saint Icticola of the fishes, have mercy on these poor sinners.

(All): Saint Icticola of the fishes, have mercy on these poor sinners.

- We confess all our faults to you.

(All): Lack of clothes, lack of food. lacks money.

- We retract the inferred offenses.

(All): We retract the offenses inferred.

- To our parents, to our brothers...

(All): To our parents, to our brothers. We retract.

- To the children, to the spouses...

(All): To the children, to the spouses. We retract.

- To uncles, cousins, nephews, brothers-in-law, fathers-in-law, sons-in-law, daughters-in-law...

- (All): Yes. We retract.

- It seems that it is a family retraction.

- Saint Icticola of the fishes, forgive these wicked, impious, perjured, perverse, despicable, degenerate sinners.

- (All): Don't believe him, it's no big deal.

(All)
Saint Icticola of the fishes, give us abundant fish
or we will fall into the temptation of meat and the curse of cholesterol.
Praise be to the sole, and praise the cod;
divine light the sardine and divine light the hake.

- Let us sing great psalms, salmons! and praise the tuna.

(All)
- Loas tuna, loas tuna, tuna, tuna loas tuna...ombre.

- And now I will read the life of Saint Intícola

- All Father?

- Don Ictícola Fiorentini was an honest merchant who lived in Tuscany in the 11th century, who discovered his vocation
religious on the day he almost choked to death on a sea bream thorn. His devoted wife saved his life by extracting
the thorn, but those moments of panic made a tremendous impression on him. Icticola had never seen the
death, nor his wife. Then he decided to take up the habits... especially the habit of not eating fish, and he began his preaching.
Preaching against the consumption of all types of fish. Since 1718 he was canonized as San Ictícola de la Mar, protector of the
fish. in charge of keeping them away from the fishermen's nets...

- And what are we doing here? What are we doing here? Can anyone know what we are doing here?! stack of years
that we are coming to this rotten rock to pray to the little one and now...

- I had never read this part before...

- It was Saint Ictícola who ruined our fishing... do you realize? So holy it seemed!

(...)

- But what are we left with? If he begs, why he begs, if he doesn't beg, why he doesn't beg...

- Speaking of Norway, do you remember the Norwegian tourists who came last year?

- And what does that have to do with it?

- Let's leave fishing and dedicate ourselves to tourism. Let's take advantage of our beautiful beaches, the Mediterranean sun... Yes they come
Norwegian tourists who don't freeze to death...

- Those Nordic tourists are impudent...

- No, Norwegians.

- Men spy on them, and then comes temptation and bad thoughts.

- They sunbathe with a bare torso. (hehehe) Those things never come alone.

- They don't come in pairs... temptation and bad thoughts.

- I'm not going to allow it... Don't insist... Well, okay.

- Father, who can we pray to send us tourists: Swedes, Belgians, Germans...

- With a naked torso... there is a saint: Saint Dominga de los Lactantes!! Let's pray to him so that they send us tourists

(All)

Swedes, Belgians and Germans are very complete women
with her seductive body...
by the grace of his legs, by the grace of his...
By the grace of the Lord!