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SONETO XVII
P. Neruda
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
P. Neruda
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
Перевод
SONNET XVII
P. Neruda
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
SONNET XVII
P. Neruda
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
I AM THE AVATAR
превозносимся под дабуди-дабудай
Pantera - Projects In The Jungle, 1984; USA
Всё же Даймбэг — мастер хороших риффов и красивых мелодий. Отличный композитор и умелый гитарист. Ну и т.к. лучший* период Pantera'ы у нас в фендоме представлен весьма скудно, то я, как обычно, беру бремя по восполнению пробелов на себя.
Как говорят про этот альбом: "это как Def Leppard, только лучше!". Вообще, на многих песнях так и чувствуется несвойственная, выбивающаяся из общей концепции группы тех лет тяжесть(как напористые "I Am The Night" и "Come - on eyes" со следующего альбома, например) — "All Over Tonight", "Projects In The Jungle", "Out For Blood". В принципе, если убрать другую половину альбома, то и тег Глэма тут бы не понадобился. А на деле имеем "забавный" контраст коммерческого стадион-рока типа "Like Fire" с тяжёлыми хэви-метал риффами. Всё же Тери Глейз явно был в группе якорем, который хоть и хорошо выполнял свои функции, но не давал команде сдвинуться с места.
Как говорят про этот альбом: "это как Def Leppard, только лучше!". Вообще, на многих песнях так и чувствуется несвойственная, выбивающаяся из общей концепции группы тех лет тяжесть(как напористые "I Am The Night" и "Come - on eyes" со следующего альбома, например) — "All Over Tonight", "Projects In The Jungle", "Out For Blood". В принципе, если убрать другую половину альбома, то и тег Глэма тут бы не понадобился. А на деле имеем "забавный" контраст коммерческого стадион-рока типа "Like Fire" с тяжёлыми хэви-метал риффами. Всё же Тери Глейз явно был в группе якорем, который хоть и хорошо выполнял свои функции, но не давал команде сдвинуться с места.
* ;)
Their Stories
"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
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They Talk Too Much
"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
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They Still Talk
"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
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Take Them Please
"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder
"Hey young lad. You're just passing by that poor giant's body and you call yourself a gravekeeper?"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
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The Protectors
I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.
And they never fxxking shut up.
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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales
"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
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Manga Style Necromancy
"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
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"Your Move, Old Man."
"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
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Necro-man
Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
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Starved Pistol of Diliworth
Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
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Hellblade
"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"
"Arfwgerraworf"
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You Must Fly
"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
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One is Gone
My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
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He could've become a strongest wizard ever. The talent he got was feared even by the stars. He wanted to become a summoner who call out and control terrible monsters from the other world. Only problem was that not even single being answered his call because of his filthy temper.
When you're dealing with the necromancer, watch where you step.
Check whether there was a war in that place before.
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Check whether there was a war in that place before.
The guards of the city gate patted her down to check whether she was armed.
But they didn't check her well enough.
That's how Arondil Massacre was happened.
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But they didn't check her well enough.
That's how Arondil Massacre was happened.
"I know I've been biting the dust for every single tries, but this is the real one.
My keen sense of treasure hunter is telling me so."
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My keen sense of treasure hunter is telling me so."
He became a legend.
A knight rose alone against the Army of the West, and fought for three days in the narrow gorge to protect his companions retreating.
When he ran out of all strength and died, he was still standing. He never kneeled.
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A knight rose alone against the Army of the West, and fought for three days in the narrow gorge to protect his companions retreating.
When he ran out of all strength and died, he was still standing. He never kneeled.
"You know, the words of the giants are really hard to pronounce.
I tried to say, 'Do you have a mother?'
but I actually ended up saying, 'I declare war to you as a representative of Lebensia.'"
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I tried to say, 'Do you have a mother?'
but I actually ended up saying, 'I declare war to you as a representative of Lebensia.'"
"I am no god.
Even I am only a creation just like you, and not your master but brother.
I dare wish to set your record straight, by preaching the teachings of All Father, who is not bound to paradox and destiny."
"I'm afraid we should get going now."
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Even I am only a creation just like you, and not your master but brother.
I dare wish to set your record straight, by preaching the teachings of All Father, who is not bound to paradox and destiny."
"I'm afraid we should get going now."
"My fellow Knights of Revesin.
I know you're busy with war stuff now
but let me borrow your sword shadow please."
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I know you're busy with war stuff now
but let me borrow your sword shadow please."
Her magic will crush you, rip you, tear you apart.
If you're lucky, you might be left as fragmented image between spaces, or might appear in the different story and genre.
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If you're lucky, you might be left as fragmented image between spaces, or might appear in the different story and genre.
The Shadow Torch was lit by the dark fire, and casted shadow instead of light.
In the pitch darkness made by the ancient relic, only its wielder gained a bright and clear vision.
I guess she thought that it would be a great tool for assassination.
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In the pitch darkness made by the ancient relic, only its wielder gained a bright and clear vision.
I guess she thought that it would be a great tool for assassination.
Long time ago, there lived a wise and kind king named Hravir.
The blacksmith showed his respect by offering him crown made of the language of world.
Thrifty king used to concern whether he's wearing a crown too fancy and extravagant.
The people called him Hravir the Crownless.
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The blacksmith showed his respect by offering him crown made of the language of world.
Thrifty king used to concern whether he's wearing a crown too fancy and extravagant.
The people called him Hravir the Crownless.
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