Obsah tohoto čísla

Sauilo 2 / 2004
Sol Negro
Sol Negro
iremos más allá de la grieta del viento
más allá de la sed del camino.
Dolidos por el hiriente amanecer de los ojos
dolidos por el hiriente amanecer de las lunas.
Más allá de todo consuelo entre el Otono de la lluvia
más allá de la luz que enceguece la sombra.
Con la frente marcada por el vacío claroscuro
almas negras de pecho ensangrentado
de corazones puros y manos firmes
Enamorados.
Perdidos entre la niebla
solo sonidos desvaneciendo el alba
entre ruinas
perdidos y derrotados.
Iremos más allá de la sed del camino
un amanecer que se ve
otro que se siente
agua, tierra, carne, sangre, luz.
Sol Negro
vacío claroscuro
amanece en la caverna del tiempo
en el nido de nuestra sangre
Sol de todos los soles
Muerte de todas las muertes.
Black Sun
We will go beyond the crack of the wind
Beyond the thirst of the way.
Aching by the hurtful dawn of the eyes
aching by the hurtful dawn of the moons.
Beyond all consolation among the Autumn of the rain
beyond the light that blinds the shadow.
With the forehead marked by the void clair-obscur
black souls of bloodied chest
of hearts pure and hands firm
In love.
Lost among the fog
just sounds vanishing the dawn
among ruins
lost and defeated.
We will go beyond the thirst of the way
one daybreak which is seen
another which is felt
water, earth, flesh, blood, light.
Black Sun
void clair-obscur
is dawning in the cave of time
in the nest of our blood
Sun of all the suns
Death of all the deaths.
Pedro B. Castro , Nebelung MMIII
Translated from spanish by Rafael Escribano
The Cloud, the Whirl, and the Path
The Cloud, the Whirl, and the Path.
Through the radiating heat, through the misty cold
Bound together they go, yet separated.
They seek the mystery untold.
The Cloud is red like springing blood.
With the battle roar it goes like storm.
It paints the world with color of deep purple.
In the wildest struggle it seeks peaceful calm.
The Path is one, the one and only.
With the noise of solitude it goes through grass and soil and sand.
Ever forward! It leads along the Cloud, along the Whirl.
The endless Path, it seeks its very end.
Bound together they go, yet separated.
The shining dark, the black light they will bring.
The Cloud, the Whirl, and the Path.
The warrior, the wizard, the secret king.
The Whirl is green like eyes of phantoms.
With the deadly scream it scares those meek.
It raises the green pillar to the dark sky.
In the deepest void it seeks the highest peak.
GPM
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