Tomorrow we will sing this oh-so-beautiful piece by Martin de Rivaflecha, a Spanish polyphonist whose music was mostly lost with time. This piece is Anima mea liquefacta est.
My soul melted when my beloved spoke; I sought him, and found him not; I called, and he did not answer me. I adjure you, Oh daughters of Jesusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love. (Song of Songs, 5:6-8)
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