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This RMB speaks to me.
Paz con justicia.
Love Sonnet 73
Recordarás tal vez aquel hombre afilado
que de la oscuridad salió como un cuchillo
y antes de que supiéramos, sabía:
vio el humo y decidió que venía del fuego.
La pálida mujer de cabellera negra
surgió como un pescado del abismo
y entre los dos alzaron en contra del amor
una máquina armada de dientes numerosos.
Hombre y mujer talaron montañas y jardines,
bajaron a los ríos, treparon por los muros,
subieron por los montes su atroz artillería.
El amor supo entonces que se llamaba amor.
Y cuando levanté mis ojos a tu nombre
tu corazón de pronto dispuso mi camino.
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You'll recall, perhaps, that pointed, sharp man
who came from the darkness like a knife
and, before we knew it, knew . . .
he saw the smoke and knew it came from fire.
The black-haired, pale woman
surged like a fish from the abyss,
and between the two of them they built up
an engine armed to its numerous teeth against love.
Man and woman, they cut down mountains and gardens,
descended to the rivers, clambered up the walls,
climbed to the heights with their atrocious artillery.
And love knew then that it was called love.
So, when I raised my eyes to your name,
your heart quickly showed me the way.
Translation: Terence Clarke
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No está mal. Excluding the anaphoric flab in the penultimate and ultimate lines, your translation approximates the average rendering. Above all, I favor Clarke's (A Kiss For Señor Guevara) interpretation, particularly the wordplay and metaphorical license in the ultimate, so close that your eyes close on my dreams.
Hopefully, Borges is welcome in Machu Picchu.
Ajedrez
I
En su grave rincón, los jugadores
Rigen las lentas piezas. El tablero
Los demora hasta el alba en su severo
Ámbito en que se odian dos colores.
Adentro irradian mágicos rigores
Las formas: torre homérica, ligero
Caballo, armada reina, rey postrero,
Oblicuo alfil y peones agresores.
Cuando los jugadores se hayan ido,
Cuando el tiempo los haya consumido,
Ciertamente no habrá cesado el rito.
En el Oriente se encendió esta guerra
Cuyo anfiteatro es hoy toda la tierra.
Como el otro, este juego es infinito.
II
Tenue rey, sesgo alfil, encarnizada
Reina, torre directa y peón ladino
Sobre lo negro y blanco del camino
Buscan y libran su batalla armada.
No saben que la mano señalada
Del jugador gobierna su destino,
No saben que un rigor adamantino
Sujeta su albedrío y su jornada.
También el jugador es prisionero
(La sentencia es de Omar) de otro tablero
De negras noches y blancos días.
Dios mueve al jugador, y éste, la pieza.
¿Qué Dios detrás de Dios la trama empieza
De polvo y tiempo y sueño y agonías?
Chess
I
Set in their studious corners, the players
move the gradual pieces. Until dawn
the chessboard keeps them in its strict confinement
with its two colors set at daggers drawn.
Within the game itself the forms give off
their magic rules: Homeric castle, knight
swift to attack, queen warlike, king decisive,
slanted bishop, and attacking pawns.
Eventually, when the players have withdrawn,
when time itself has finally consumed them,
the ritual will certainly not be done.
It was in the East this war took fire.
Today the whole earth is its theatre.
Like the game of love, this game goes on forever.
II
Faint-hearted king, sly bishop, ruthless queen,
straightforward castle, and deceitful pawn --
over the checkered lack and white terrain
they seek out and begin their armed campaign.
They do not know it is the player's hand
that dominates and guides their destiny.
They do not know an adamantine fate
controls their will and lays the battle plan.
The player too is captive of caprice
(the words are Omar’s) on another ground
where black nights alternate with whiter days.
God moves the player, he in turn the piece.
But what god beyond God begins the round
of dust and time and sleep and agonies?
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Hola, amigos! Solo queria a visitar esta región!
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Hey Casa Atahualpa, Thank you for the warm welcome :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90rjG3-SJAY
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It's that time again. It's definite now that starting this Friday, August 16, Woodstock 2013 will start and go through the weekend.
We AREN'T asking anybody to move out of their region. We're inviting you to temporarily send a puppet during August 16-18 to Woodstock.
It'll be a weekend of peace, music and love. So come on! Make peace, music and love with us in a celebration of the festival that helped define our times.
Even if you missed the original, you don't have to miss this one!
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Se seguirá considerada cerrada
la entrada en toda crucigrama.
Sin mamadas.
Excepción: tu hermana.
No entren o los ataco.
Viva. Fidel. Cabrones.
Devils and Shamans
En el camino a Huautla.
Juega.
Casa atahualpa and Shamans
Como soy hermana, hasta con una caguama. Pazyamor. Siempre.
Casa atahualpa, My generation were destroyed by madness, and Shamans
Las perras aqui mandan. High 5.
My generation were destroyed by madness and Shamans
Anda en Aomori, retacha en un par de meses. Quizas.
Menos de un mes.
Casa atahualpa and Shamans
Ya no voy a ir. Me friquea que esta cerca de fukushima.
Yo también estoy convencida que los japos no quieren resolver el problema de a deveras. Pinches derechistas.
Casa atahualpa and Shamans
Se les voló el cerebro en Japon. Igual de dondequiera.
Casa atahualpa and Shamans
十和田湖
You have to be a ninja to keep going
Shamans and Junk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on5VMRl18Uw
Let us prey.
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