Ellos narran en su tremendo idioma las celebraciones, la obediencia y el pecado. Ved aquí, Señor, su hermanastra Elalba, hierofanta líquida, posesa de las formas. He aquí a tu hijo Elfuego, ardiendo con su tacto la superficie toda y al agua seduciendo con su lengua dorada. Señor, he aquí el canto de la luz a ti debida, en la quietud del mar y discreción tan pura de la noche infinita. Arrinconado está el tridente, una piel de ceniza cubrió las cordilleras. All rights reserved.Īrroja tú los dados, Señor, te ha llegado el turno y es invierno. Translation of “Deus ex machina.” From La invención del día. Throw them, Lord, your turn has come and it is burning summer. Cast them without fear from your wide hand, because luck’s twelve sides won’t wait, and the sky points towards multitudes and disaster. Throw the dice, Lord, your turn has inevitably come. Let none but you, oh Lord, wield the butcher’s knife this time mature a chord when life ceases and rain unexpectedly cleanses the lovers’ yoked hips. Don’t announce him by chance, because he will become a cry and rise up with the warm murmur of pavement, and once again be lost to us, punished, denied. This time, Lord, throw to us the seed and the male of the healthier species. In their terrible language they tell of celebrations, obedience, sin. Look here, Lord, his stepsister Dawn, liquid hierophant, maker of shape. Behold your son, Fire, burning the whole surface with his touch and seducing the water with his gilded tongue. Lord, behold light’s song here, your due, in the stillness of the sea and the pure discretion of the endless night.
#DEUS EX MACHINA TRANSLATION SKIN#
The trident is cornered, the mountains covered with a skin of ash. Throw the dice, Lord, your turn has come and it is winter.
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