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Occasionally in my travels I meet people who have pushed too far into the nagual. These individuals are not too balanced but they have made great journeys in the unknown.
Who, in the midst of passion, is vigilant against illness? Who listens to the reports of recently decimated populations in Spain, India, Bora Bora, when new lips, tongues and poems fill the world?
Auditur et altera pars. (The other side shall be heard as well.)
This part of Brazil offered the curious spectacle of a great evil, which has been long suffered to exist and is now advancing, gradually yet surely, to that state which must entail inevitable destruction on the existing Government of the country.
You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.
One is too taken up with all that one sees and hears in Paris, however strong one is, and what I do here [in Etretat] will at least have the merit of being unlike anyone else, at least I believe so, because it will simply be the expression of what I, and only I, have felt.
Kalevala, whereas
meeting, Morales
He loved her, wanted her, needed her, just as impossibly as she loved, wanted, needed him. Miraculos.
I never know the heron as it flies at first. What is the slow, wide-winged figure in the sky? Then I see it, like a word in a foreign language, like seeing one's own name written in a strange alphabet and recognizing it, I say it: the heron.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
My alar is like the ocean in storm. (Devi)
Gilly Gilleshpee
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind is unsworn.
[Lat., Juravi lingua, mentem injuratem gero.]
The man who is roused neither by glory nor by danger it is in vain to exhort; terror closes the ears of the mind.
[Lat., Quem neque gloria neque pericula excitant, nequidquam hortere; timor animi auribus officit.]
Marina, as of the sea. You stick with Hector Ricardo. I'll take care of you;its in my name
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Como un angel," I whisper.
"Is our game over?" she asks nervously.
"It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.
Poor Capablanca! Thou wert a brilliant technician, but no philosopher. Thou wert not capable of believing that in chess, another style could be victorious than the absolutely correct one.
Spain is an overflow of sombreness ... a strong and threatening tide of history meets you at the frontier.
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
Caminante, no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar.
(Voyager, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.)
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
Lat, urbes constituit aetas: hora dissolvit: momento fit cinis: diu sylva.
An age builds up cities: an hour destroys them. In a moment the ashes are made, but a forest is a long time growing.
Javier Chevanton don't speak the language too good.
Ser mal profesor sale barato
His own cabinat of cuoriositie
Que bonito es el mundo; Lastima es que yo me muera." "How beautiful is the world; It's a pity that I must die.
Dattebayo! (Do you get what I am saying?!)
Who is here with you?"
"Don't stop," she begged.
"Who is here with you?" he repeated, harshly this time.
"You are."
"What is my name?"
"Reyes
sin sufrimiento, no hay historia
Rodolfo lifted Alessandra's hand to his lips and kissed it. 'I have loved you, Alessandra. Do not forget that. Thank you ... thank you for loving me.' She wept, curling her head in toward his good shoulder. 'Do not leave me, Rodolfo. Do not leave us. Chiara ... and the baby ...
Muy Peligroso!" Bernie's choices had become as limited as the Taco Bell menu. Reason and blood had left the building, heading south, faster than reprobates to Florida." - Shark Fin Soup 2015
He gains wisdom in a happy way, who gains it by another's experience.
[Lat., Feliciter sapit qui alieno periculo sapit.]
How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
[Lat., O miseras hominum menteis! oh, pectora caeca!]
Lares of the Crossroads
She's Verglas's greatest tragedy and last hope: the Princess Rakel.
I know where the Iberian Peninsula is, Iris."
"I know, I know, you probably built the first road or furrowed the first wheat field ever sown there."
"Brat."
"Cradle robber."
"Grave robber.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Justice, though moving with tardy pace, has seldom failed to overtake the wicked in their flight.
[Lat., Raro antecedentem scelestum
Deseruit pede poena claudo.]
As paredes tem ouvidos. (Portuguese: The walls have ears.)
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.
The most wretched fortune is safe; for there is no fear of anything worse.
[Lat., Fortuna miserrima tuta est:
Nam timor eventus deterioris abest.]
It's a Magril - a bird that's native to Gillikin Country. It spends half its life as a beetle, and when it's an adult, it goes to sleep for a year and wakes up as this majestic creature."
"Kind of like a butterfly."
"Kind of like you," he said.
The more we deny ourselves, the more the gods supply our wants.
[Lat., Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
A dis plura feret.]
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful animal-like teeth shining amid black planes of paint. As Helen enrages history. Senza uscita.
He is an example of a La Masia player. Technically he is unbelievable.
Victor Hernandez, like an orchestral conductor directing his troops ...
Raoul, you shall not pass!
Do you even know what Avila is?
With Nietzsche, the black pirates' flag appears for the first time on the high sea of German knowledge. (He is) a different man, from a different race, (his,) a new kind of heroism, philosophywith bellicose weapons and armor.
Ah! Indeed but! But he consumes too much spice, eats it like candy. Look at his eyes! He might have come directly from the Arrakeen labor pool. Efficient, Piter, but he's still emotional and prone to passionate outbursts. Efficient, Piter, but he still can err.
-Baron Vladimir
The Llama is a woolly sort of fleecy hairy goat, with an indolent expression and an undulating throat; like an unsuccessful literary man.
In her fury she'd broken into Valencian, indicating the deepest possible roots in the land. I was impressed with how deeply she was from here, in a way I could never imagine being from anywhere, not even my home town.
Fortes fortuna adiuvat, Marcello had said to his men. Fortune favors the brave, the bold.
Calamus fortior gladio.
Manuel Corpas is long and lean-the opposite of Olmedo Saenz.
I have known many chess players, but among them there has been only one genius - Capablanca!
There's a phrase over the door; she called to him. "Haec est porta coeli." ... "Here is the gate to heaven.
Nunca se debe gatear, cuando se tiene el impulso de volar (Never crawl when the impulse is to fly)
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
54. The children of the Spanish lion, said Ruben Dario, a born optimist. The children of Walt Whitman, Jose Marti, and Violeta Parra; torn apart, forgotten, in mass graves, at the bottom of the sea, the Trojan destiny of their mingled bones terrifying the survivors.
Phaedra of Alonso's death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.
The city an epitome of the social world. All the belts of civilization intersect along its avenues. It contains the products of every moral zone. It is cosmopolitan, not only in a national, but a spiritual sense.
The legendary Tuatha De Danaan had come! And what did the grand Keltar laird do?
Fainted like a willy-nilly peahen.
Hi there. I am the Gwarda, Breccan, the good-looking, sweet one." He winked. "The one thundering, yet, remaining aloof," he said loudly and continued, "is Darius. He's a savage, you know," he said quietly, leaning closer like he was telling her a secret.
hydra of revolution,
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Trystero. The word hung in the air as the act ended and all lights were for a moment cut; hung in the dark to puzzle Oedipa Maas, but not yet to exert the power over her it was to.
Perry Johansson.
Ratio et prudentia curas,
Non locus effusi late maris arbiter, aufert.
[it is reason and wisdom which take away cares, not places affording wide views over the sea.]
Descansado," he tells me.
"What does that mean?"
"Descansado," Rip says. "It means 'take it easy,'" he whispers, clutching the child next to him.
"Yeah?"
"It means relax.
Another breath, left to translate
!Cabron!" [Mariposa] stomped her foot. "Hijo de puta."
Hard to believe that she was two centuries old and not the young girl she looked and acted. Like Peter Pan, she'd never grown up.
They all shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had the strange cold breath of the ancient world : they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks - sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat.
Mastered by deadly passions, Rigaud has dug a gulf at your feet; he has laid snares which you could not avoid. He wished to have you as partisans in his revolt; and to succeed in his object, he has employed falsehood and seduction.
The Last Unicorn
It was in Spain that [my generation] learned that one can be right and yet be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own recompense. It is this, doubtless, which explains why so many, the world over, feel the Spanish drama as a personal tragedy.
I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.
The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.
No, I've never been to Galicia, Galicia is the land of others
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
Date un regalo giornaliero: "capire ognuno."
Give a daily gift: "understand one another.
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.]
Eduardo Halfon is a brilliant storyteller, whose gifts are displayed on every page of this beautiful, daring, and deeply humane book.
Seville is a tower full of fine archers ... Under the arch of the sky, across the clear plain, she shoots the constant arrow of her river.
We're in this together, until the ocean waves crash on our feet."
"You really paint this Guatala as a paradise."
"If you're there with me, it will be.
He could hardly breathe at the though of his son and Quintana in Sorel with no one to protect them.
After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.
BERNARDO Sit down awhile; And let us once again assail your ears, That are so fortified against our story
Melissa officinalis
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
The nagual is the superconscious. It's nirvana. It's the unknown that cannot be explained or reasoned.
O tempora! O mores!
O what times (are these)! what morals!
Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.
He feels the bleakness crawling into his skull; Franco breaths in steadily, trying to tune in all out, that pressure on your brain, eroding focus, diverting the flow of thought down old ruinous canals...
It is time for thee to be gone, lest the age more decent in its wantonness should laugh at thee and drive thee of the stage.
[Lat., Tempus abire tibi est, ne ...
Rideat et pulset lasciva decentius aetas.]