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THE STRESS OF STORMS |
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I dedicate this to mediocrity’s executioners and to their undying creations. Without them these stories would have never been imagined. Una traducción de: Natalia Robles Miranda Universidad de Costa Rica 2004 |
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Aspectos generales del texto fuente por: Natalia Robles Miranda |
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INTRODUCTION by: Alberto SibajaOur lives will be constantly enriched by the new orders of worlds, men, women, beasts and gods that emerge from the stress of storms. This stress is the fertile and immeasurable imagination of the creators’ of all times which crystallizes within ourselves like a reality: a truth no less than that of stars and insects...
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Chuang Tzú (400 - 300 A.C) Chuang-Tzu, the pilgrim of Tao, sailed toward the tropical island of Dragagor: a land of revelation. The spiritual love-making of the Janus Sea waters soon rocked him into a deep sleep... |
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BUDDHA (556 - 486 A.C) The voluptuous moon danced over the gems of the sacred waters of the Ganges that flowed through the Kapilavastu plains. On the shore stood the magnificent palace of the king of the Shakyas...
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Sócrates (470 - 399 A.C) The restless boy clung to the handrail of the dock. His boyish glance, so dry and filled with worries, was lost in the vastness of the Aegean Sea. In the distance, the growing outline of the returning ship destroyed his hope, knot by knot...
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Miguel Ángel (1475 - 1564) The dusty and millenary quarry of the Florentine “duomo” witnessed the steps of that Caprense young man with a fragile figure, strong arms and a slightly deformed nose, whose shadow had darkened the white terrain...
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Nostradamus (1503 - 1566) “My son, you cannot find in the calculations of the conjunction of stars the destiny of men,” said Michel de Notredame to his son Ceasar, who, like his father was following the traditional steps of the Jewish tribe of Issacher, abundant in astrologers, magicians and seers...
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Cervantes (1547 -1616) That fateful October 7th, 1571, the invincible Ali Pasha, commander of the Ottoman fleet, sailed favoured by the winds in front of the Greek coast. His three hundred ships were following the trail of war towards the calm waters of the Gulf of Lepanto... |
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Kant (1724 - 1804) The old thinker had been having sleepless nights. For the first time in his life, an awkward event had troubled his trained mind and stopped him from clearly observing the old Löbenicht tower... |
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Goethe (1749 - 1832) “More light! More light!” yelled Johann Wolfgang Goethe from his bed in the house of the Duke of Weimar that noon of March 22nd,1832, as eighty-three years of life filtered in retrospect through his memory... |
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Maupassant (1850 - 1893) Last Thursday… Was it last Thursday? I can’t remember… Well, the thing is that something unbelievable happened to me... |
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Chejov (1860 - 1904) Southeast of the Imperial Russia, barely touched by the Azov Sea breeze, the forgotten town of Taganrog was bored once again on that ordinary afternoon in 1868... |
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Dario (1867 - 1916) The gentleman with a heart like a lake, with the bohemian soul and the modernistic quill, the proud and rough Ruben Dario, lied drunk in his hotel room in the ancient Spanish colonial city of Leon, in his homeland, Nicaragua... |
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Rasputín (1872 - 1916) I have told you, my friend, every detail that you have asked to help you eliminate tsarism from our beloved Russia. Nevertheless, here vodka is always plentiful and it is enough for me to tell another story from which you will profit... |
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Isadora Duncan (1878 - 1917) On the shores of the Moscova River, the Byzantine Barma Theater of Moscow (recently snatched from the tsars) rose to receive Isadora Duncan, the incomparable dancer who, only four years after that unforgettable presentation, would die tragically in Nice strangled by her own shawl... |
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Quiroga (1878 - 1937) The man had been feeling something inside his stomach that grew like an anaconda. Forced by it he abandoned the jungle territories that for so long had been his willing exile and his literary and emotional refuge...
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Lorca (1898 - 1936) The cruel fascist riffles, marked by genocidal swastikas, have thundered again but this time in Fuente Vaqueros, an Andalusian province of the Spanish Granada, at the generous chest of a man that avoided them all his life... Flap their wings, the tall roosters hail the dawn. Someone runs down the street like a crazy elf. Like a dark green moon he runs and runs; his shadow is left behind, caught by the beast of his own premonition...
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Borgues (1899 - 1986) I am stalking them at the market’s exit, hiding completely from their senses. They bought wine and a delicious meaty rabbit ready with everything, even the seasonings, to bake at the house of their mentor...
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® The Stress of Storms
