Mi relación es una mierda... y yo me resisto a salir de ella (Spanish Edition)

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Olmos , Form: sur une redupl. Sah2,69 moquacoconaloa. Form : sur cohconaloa , morph. Il s'agit de Cinteotl. Parure de Quetzalcoatl. Est dit des plumes de l'oiseau tzitzihuah. Sah11,36 quacoltic. Form: sur cototzoa morph. Aythya valisineria Wilson. Garibay dit: 'Cabeza amarilla'. Nyroca valisineria. Carochi Arte v. Carochi distingue cuacua de cuahcua. Sah , Cf cuahcuah. Dans une liste d'animaux de boucherie. Qui a des cornes. Est dit de la fourmi, azcatl. Carochi Arte 56r.

Qui a de petites cornes ou antennes. Est dit de l'insecte huehuetlaneuhqui. Il semble exister un variante du pft. Est dit du tailleur de pierre. I work it. Sah11, njcquaquavi. Est dit du bois de l'oyametl. Sah11, moquaquavi. Est dit de la gorge, tozquitl. Sah3,36 et Sah4,15 quaqualacatoc. Form: nom d'action sur cuacualaca. Est dit de la plante tlalxiquipilli. Sah10, vnmoquaqualatza. Bon endroit ou bon moment. Form; redupl. Fray Juan Guerra donne oquaqualoc, cosa carcomida. Form: sur cuacualo. Est dit de la pierre tezcatl. Sah11, quaquaovani. Form: sur tla pixqui , morph. Sah10, quaquauhnacatl.

Form: sur nacatl , morph. Form: sur piya , morph. Form: sur poliuhqui , morph. Form: sur tohmitl , morph. A l'occasion d'un tremblement de terre. Form: v. I 82 quaquauhton. I 82 de quaquauhtzontic, seu trunco secto. I 83 de quaquauhtzontic secunda. II quaquauhtzontic. Form: sur tzontli , morph. Est dit du mauvais chanteur.

Form: sur cuecuechoa morph. Form: sur cuecueyoca morph. Anne Marie Wohrer I Sah2,44 quaquacujlti. Sah2,48 quaquacujlti. Sah2,81 quaquacujlti. Sah2,83 quaquacujlti. Sah2, quaquacujlti. Sah6, quaquacujltin. Sah2, et Sah2, noquacujllo. Launey Est dit de l'oiseau. Est dit de l'aigle nocturne. Est dit de la gomme sauvage, tepetzictli. Est dit de la plante tequixquizacatl. Est dit de l'ocelot. Carochi Arte r. Qui a des cornes ou des antennes.

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Est dit du mauvais vendeur de haricots. Sah6, tequaquatiuetzi. Form : sur cuahcua , auxiliaire huetzi. Form : sur cuahcua. Est dit de la dinde. Avec redupl. Sah2,72 et Sah2, Est dit du tronc de l'arbre. Form: Cf. Le texte correspondant du Real Palacio MS donne quaquauhteuetzi. Codex de Madrid Sah1,47 quaquauhtia. Sah2, quaquauhtiezque. Form: sur cuahcuauhti. Sah11, et Sah11, Sah3,60 quaquauhtlatoa. Form : reduplication sur cuauhtlahtoa. Est dit de celui qui travaille la terre.

Note: sous nite- R. Est dit d'une mauvaise fille noble. Qui a un fanon. Est dit du dindon. Est dit de celle qui tisse. Form: sur cuahtzoma. Form: nom d'objet sur ihtzoma. Sah8,49 quatzontli. Sah6, quatzontli. Est dit des Totonaques. Cf cuauhhuacqui. Est dit du soldat aguerri, tequihuah. Andrews Introd Sur une planche. Est dit du petit enfant. Sah6,2 Sah6,35 et Sah6,37 quavic.

Sah6,4 quaujc et Sah6, quavic. Sah6,37 quavic. Form: sur ihcuiya , morph. Dans les arbres, au milieu des arbres. Chimalpahin ,11 5. Dont le sommet s'incline un peu. Sah4, Form: sur huihuitla , morph. Form: sur huihuixoa , morph. Sah12,85 quavilacapitztli.

Sah12,76 quavilacapitztli. Sah8,30 quaujlacatzoque. Form : pft comme nom d'agent sur ilacatzoa , morph. Form: sur nenetl , morph. Historia Tolteca Chichimeca 46v. Sah2,42 sqq. Jimenez Moreno , Est dit de Tlaloc. Est dit de l'insecte cuauhtemolin. I 75 Il s'agit d'une punition. Est dit d'une mauvaise princesse. Jimenez Moreno Prim. Lehmann , note 3. Pour cuahuitl ihcac. Est dit d'une montagne. Form: sur mecatl , morph. Lieu couvert de ronces. Form: cuahuitl, huitzquilitl. Conique, pyramidal. It is covered with white feathers. It has hanging border of feathers and a quetzal feather tuft. Form: sur huitztli , morph.

Au bout pointu. Est dit des Mazahuas. Sah7,5 conquailpique. Form: sur ilpia , morph. Sah6, Sah6, et Sah6, Form: sur iztac , morph. Qui ont une petite tignasse blanche. Sah6, quaiztapatoton. Form: sur iztaya , morph. Sah6, quaiztaztivi. Form : sur le pft. Historia Tolteca Chichimeca paragr. Sah1,58 omoqualanalti. Bautista Huehuetlatolli 19v. Form: sur pahtli , morph. Form: sur cui ,. Est dit d'une mauvaise dame noble. Est dit du bandit. Est dit du serpent iztac coatl. Sah10, - it becomes angry. Sah4,20 tlaqualanja. Launey II Sah 10,5.

Sah1,59 tequalanj. Sah12, qujtlaqualanjlia. Bautista Huehuetlatolli 68v. Historia Tolteca Chichimeca 2r. Sah6, iqualan. Sur de bonnes terres. He consulted his sacred almanac, he noted the good day, the good time, the favorable time. It is said that he chose the day. Est dit du jardin de fleurs xochitlah. Launey note 2.

Form: applicatif sur cua K. Form: sur ihtoa , morph. Sah4,81 qujqualittaia. Form: sur itta , morph. Form: sur tlamatini , morph. Carochi 4. Sah6, iniollo. Est dit d'une noble dame, teixhuiuh. Est dit d'un palais. Note: Cf. Form: nom d'objet sur cua. Sah10,12 qualloquichtli. Carochi Arte 49v. Est dit du jade. Est dit d'instruments de musique. Sah11, qualneci. Form: sur nemachiliztli et cual-li. Personne qui a de bonnes moeurs. Est dit de la jeune fille, ichpochtli.

Form: sur cualnemiliz-tli. Bonne vie, conduite exemplaire, sainte, vertueuse S. Form: nom d'action sur cualnemi. Form: sur cualnexiliz-tli. Est dit de l'ongle, iztitl. Voir aussi le pft. Carochs Arte 49v. Form: sur le pft. Sah 11, Beau, qui a belle apparence. Sah11, qualnezquj. Est dit du mauvais vendeur de viande. Sah5, Dans une liste de maladies.

Est dit de l'huitre atzcalli. Est dit du champignon, nanacatl. Sah11, Est dit de la plante tepicquilitl. En raison de son abondance dans la Tollan mythique. Est dit de batraciens. Est dit d'un sol fertile. Sah11, ainsi qu'un palais. Est dit de la grenouille tecalatl. Form: augm. D'une bonne petite taille.

Est dit de l'oiseau molotl. Un peu bon. Voir aussi cualtiya. Form: sur cual-li. Sah9,71 tetlaqualtiz. Sah1,43 tetlaqualtia. Sah6, tictlaqualtiz. Bautista Huehuetlatolli 18r. Ne pas confondre avec cualtiya , v. Form: causatif sur cua. Sah6, iqualtica. Sah4,96 jqualtica. Sah6, qujqualtili. Sert aussi d'honor.

Form: causatif sur cualti. Form: sur cualtiliz-tli. Form: nom d'action sur cualti. Sah10,96 - it improves. Note: R. Voir cualti. Form: sur cualti. Note : on trouve aussi dans Molina la forme 'qualtoca, ni. Form : sur toca , morph. Sah4,20 qualton. Est dit d'une fillette. Sah2, qualton. Il s'agit de petits enfants. Launey Introduction p. Est dit de la figue de barbarie. The head is whorl-shaped. Est dit du champignon, zacananacatl. Sah1l, - a small spindle whorl on top.

Est dit d'un menton. Dialectal idiome de la Sierra del Norte de Puebla: kuamecat ou mekat Esp. Amerindia 10, Form: sur tlatla , morph. Note : il faudrait transcrire cuammetl. Sah9,77 quanmatica. It comes together, it becomes narrow, thin. Form: sur maxalli et cuahu-i-tl. Form: nom d'objet sur maxaloa , morph. Form: sur cuammaxal-li. Form: sur tecolotl , morph. Sah11,4 qua[n]mecatica. Il s'agissait de combler un canal. Sah12, qua[m]mjmjlli. Il s'agit du pieu, tlaxichtli. Sah 11, Felis cacomitli o Felis yaguaroundi in Martin del Campo.

Durrant gives Felis yagouaroundi cacomitli Berlandier or jacuarundi. Voir aussi cuauhmiztli. Form: sur miztli , morph. Nom de l'arbre et du fruit. Sybille Toumi. Le paradis sur terre. Rerum medicarum Novae Hispaniae thesaurus. LXIX p. Hernandez Rerum medicarum Novae Hispaniae thesaurus. Est dit des larves de libellules. Codex Mendoza fol. Codex Mendoza 64r. Mycteria americana. Sah X 2, Il s'agit d'un poteau, le xocotl. Sah2, jquapitzaoacan. Sah11, iquapitzaoaia. Est dit du batracien cacatl. Sah11,92 quapitztic. Form: sur piyaztli , et sans doute cuahu- i -tl. Sah HG XI 7, Piqueria trinervia Santamaria op cit p Note : F.

De couleur fauve, brun virant au roux, de couleur cannelle. Sah11,22 Piaya cayana Linneaus Friedmann et al. Pyaya mexicana. De Historia Avium Novae Hispaniae. Le chant lyrique p. Est dit d'un serpent. Sah11,75 moquappitzoa. Sah6, ticquappitzoa. Est dit de peaux humaines. Sah2,58 oquappitzoac. Est dit de vieilles dindes coriaces. Caria del sacrificio. Form: honorif. Un paragr. Sah6,88 quappiaztli. Sah6, quappiaztli. Sah11, quappiaztli. Sah11, quapotzalla. Michel Gilonne , Est dit de l'aigle. Form: sur quetzalli morph. Michel Gilonne Form: sur quimiloa , morph.

Molina II 85v. Form: R. Sah9,46 quatatacaltic. Form: apoc. Est dit du choncayotl. Est dit du jaguar. Form: sur tecontic , morph. Sah8,37 quatecujcujlli. Est dit de vieilles femmes, ilamatqueh. Form: sur tecuiya , morph. Form: sur telicza , morph. It ripens ; it becomes overripe. Sah11, quatemi. Sah11,1 quatenamaztic. Form: sur tepachoa , morph. IV-V fig. Form: sur tepitzinia , morph. Sah1,27 quatepitzinjloz. Form: sur tepontic , morph. Sah8,47 quatequeque. Form : sur tequi , morph.

Confesionario mayor 7r. Confesionario mayor 23v. Socrates denied. After that the man checked also his calves and going over his body he corroborated the cold and stiffness. Socrates reached out and feeling his body said that he would depart when the cold had taken over his heart.

What else would you have us do? The executioner uncovered the body, his features were motionless: at this sight Crito covered his mouth and his eyes. This, Echecrates, was the end of our friend, the most noble, thoughtful and just man amongst our contemporaries. Athenis c. Tamen, quae in praesentia in mentem mihi venerunt, decrevi brevi ad te perscribere, non quo ea te fugere existimem, sed quod forsitan dolore impeditus minus ea perspicias.

Cogita, quem ad modum adhuc fortuna nobiscum egerit; ea nobis erepta esse, quae hominibus non minus quam liberi cara esse debent, patriam, honestatem, dignitatem, honores omnis. Hoc uno incommodo addito quid ad dolorem adiungi potuit? Quoties in eam cogitationem necesse est et tu veneris et nos saepe incidimus, hisce temporibus non pessime cum iis esse actum, quibus sine dolore licitum est mortem cum vita commutare? Quid autem fuit, quod illam hoc tempore ad vivendum magno opere invitare posset?

Ut cum aliquo adolescente primario coniuncta aetatem gereret? An ut ea liberos ex sese pareret, quos cum florentis videret laetaretur? Charlie Kerrigan TCD 4. I considered it to be our shared tragedy, and if I had been with you I would not have hesitated to declare my grief in person. Yet such consolation is paltry and wretched, because those who should be on hand to offer it — relatives and friends — are themselves just as stricken, and find many tears in their attempts.

All in all those expected to console are often much in need of consolation themselves. Nevertheless, I decided to write you briefly my present thoughts, not because I think you shirk you own duties, but rather that with some perspective your burden may be lightened. Think how Fortune has taken from us those things which men should hold no less dear than children — country, reputation, office, every honour. What extra sadness can this one added trial bring? How often when pondering this have you reached the same conclusion we reached, that, in times like these, how lucky were they who were allowed painlessly exchange life with death!

What, after all, did she have to make her life happy at this time? What belongings or hopes or personal comfort? That she may have lived on a while married to one of the young men of today? You could have, I trust, picked some son-in-law from the modern generation worthy of your standing, and let her go with peace of mind. She may even have borne children and delighted in them as they grew to uphold their family tradition, seek the usual offices, and act with liberty in politics and among friends. Which of these was not taken away as soon as it was given?

At vero malum est liberos amittere. Malum, nisi hoc peius est, haec sufferre et perpeti. Ex Asia rediens cum ab Aegina Megaram versus navigarem, coepi regiones circumcirca prospicere: post me erat Aegina, ante me Megara, dextra Piraeeus, sinistra Corinthus, quae oppida quodam tempore florentissima fuerunt, nunc prostrata et diruta ante oculos iacent. Coepi egomet mecum sic cogitare: "hem! Visne tu te, Servi, cohibere et meminisse hominem te esse natum? Hoc idem, si tibi videtur, fac ante oculos tibi proponas: modo uno tempore tot viri clarissimi interierunt, de imperio populi Romani tanta deminutio facta est, omnes provinciae conquassatae sunt; in unius mulierculae animula si iactura facta est, tanto opere commoveris?

Denique noli te oblivisci Ciceronem esse et eum, qui aliis consueris praecipere et dare consilium, neque imitari malos medicos, qui in alienis morbis profitentur tenere se medicinae scientiam, ipsi se curare non possunt, sed potius, quae aliis praecipere soles, ea tute tibi subiice atque apud animum propone.

Quod si qui etiam inferis sensus est, qui illius in te amor fuit pietasque in omnis suos, hoc certe illa te facere non vult. On my return from Asia I was sailing from Aegina towards Megara, and I began to survey the surrounding landscape. Behind me was Aegina, before me Megara; Piraeus to my right, Corinth my left.

At one time these had been the most thriving towns imaginable, and they now lay ruined and abandoned before my eyes. We mortals baulk if one of us dies or is killed, yet how short our lives seem to be, when faced with so many ghost towns in a single place! Place, if you want, the same scene before your eyes. At a time when so many illustrious men have died, the Roman empire so weakened, all the provinces in turmoil: are you still so affected by the loss of one poor girl?

If she had not died now she would have a few short years hence, such is the price of mortal birth. She lived, as long as she needed to, and together with the Republic. She saw you, her father, become praetor, consul, and augur. She married young men of the highest status and enjoyed almost everything there is to enjoy. When the Republic fell, she gave up her life.

Do not forget, moreover, that you are Cicero, a man accustomed to instructing and advising others. If the dead feel anything below, she who loved you and honoured her own surely does not want you to act so. For her sake, for your friends and your household, who grieve with you, and for the country: make sure that your wisdom and service are available if they are needed.

Lastly, since we had fallen into such misfortune that this needs to be said, do not let it happen that someone may think you sorrow less for your daughter and more for the crisis of the Republic and the victory of our adversaries. Denique, quoniam in eam fortunam devenimus, ut etiam huic rei nobis serviendum sit, noli committere, ut quisquam te putet non tam filiam quam rei publicae tempora et aliorum victoriam lugere. Plura me ad te de hac re scribere pudet, ne videar prudentiae tuae diffidere; quare, si hoc unum proposuero, finem faciam scribendi: vidimus aliquotiens secundam pulcherrime te ferre fortunam magnamque ex ea re te laudem apisci; fac aliquando intellegamus adversam quoque te aeque ferre posse neque id maius, quam debeat, tibi onus videri, ne ex omnibus virtutibus haec una tibi videatur deesse.

Quod ad me attinet, cum te tranquilliorem animo esse cognoro, de iis rebus, quae hic geruntur, quemadmodumque se provincia habeat, certiorem faciam. Servius tamen tuus omnibus officiis, quae illi tempori tribui potuerunt, declaravit et quanti ipse me faceret et quam suum talem erga me animum tibi gratum putaret fore; cuius officia iucundiora scilicet saepe mihi fuerunt, numquam tamen gratiora.

Me autem non oratio tua solum et societas paene aegritudinis, sed etiam auctoritas consolatur; turpe enim esse existimo me non ita ferre casum meum, ut tu, tali sapientia praeditus, ferendum putas; sed opprimor interdum et vix resisto dolori, quod ea me solacia deficiunt, quae ceteris, quorum mihi exempla propono, simili in fortuna non defuerunt: nam et Q. Maximus, qui filium consularem, clarum virum et magnis rebus gestis, amisit, et L.

Paullus, qui duo septem diebus, et vester Gallus et M. So often we have seen how graciously you bear success and praise your receive for it; show us that you can bear the bad times just as well, and that you do not make more of this burden that you should, in case of all virtues you seem to fail in this one. As to how I am doing, I will inform you when I know your mind is steadier, both about affairs here and how the province is now much settled. I gleaned some comfort from your letter, but it only made me realize how much I could have done with you here, as someone to console and share almost equally in this sorrow.

For your words were well-chosen to relieve mourning, and you drew on your own past distress in consoling me. Your son Servius has rendered me every possible service at the present time, and in doing so has shown both his esteem for me and how much he believes you would approve of such kindness.

You can guess that oftentimes his attention has been more welcome to me, but never more appreciated. I was comforted not only by your words and your empathy, but by your counsel too. I judge it shameful of me that I cannot bear my trial as you, in your wisdom, advise it should be borne. But I am overwhelmed and sometimes can barely contain my sorrow, because I lack those comforts which others, whom I picture before me now, did not in their own misfortune.

Quintus Maximus lost his son, a consul and an outstanding man with many achievements behind him; Lucius Paulus lost two sons in a single week; your own Galus and Marcus Cato too, who lost a son of great ability and virtue: at such times their own standing offered some consolation. Nunc autem hoc tam gravi vulnere etiam illa, quae consanuisse videbantur, recrudescunt; non enim, ut tum me a re publica maestum domus excipiebat, quae levaret, sic nunc domo maerens ad rem publicam confugere possum, ut in eius bonis acquiescam.

Itaque et domo absum et foro, quod nec eum dolorem, quem ad re publica capio, domus iam consolari potest nec domesticum res publica. Ego autem cum multis de causis te exopto quam primum videre, tum etiam, ut ante commentemur inter nos, qua ratione nobis traducendum sit hoc tempus, quod est totum ad unius voluntatem accommodandum et prudentis et liberalis et, ut perspexisse videor, nec a me alieni et tibi amicissimi; quod cum ita sit, magnae tamen est deliberationis, quae ratio sit ineunda nobis non agendi aliquid, sed illius concessu et beneficio quiescendi.

Original text taken from TheLatinLibrary. And yet when I think of those troubles we have been forced to endure and bear tolerantly, then I had her to go to. I could rest and lay aside all my cares and troubles in her conversation and her sweetness. Now, however, that grave wound I thought healed has flared up again. For back then home took me in when politics burdened me, and now, when home is so oppressive, I cannot escape into politics and find relief. So I stay away from home and the forum, because neither can comfort me from the sorrow of the other. Nothing would relieve me more than to see you again and talk as we used to; I had hoped that your return and so I hear is not too far off.

Another reason for this desire is so we might reflect together, as before, about how to deal with the current crisis, which requires the accommodation of everything to the will of one man. He seems savvy and generous to my mind — no enemy of mine and a great friend of yours. However things turn out, we need to plan how to achieve our goals not by being proactive but by waiting for his concession and goodwill at a quieter time.

And he spoke first of all: 'Hear now, Loki, what I now say, which is known to no one anywhere on earth nor of heaven: the god has had his hammer stolen! What's with the Elves? It no man shall bring back, unless Freyja travels to me to be my wife. Say while you are in the air the long tidings; Often the sitting one's stories fail and the lying-down one deals in falsehood. No man shall bring it back unless Freyja travels to him to be his wife.

We shall have keys around him to rattle and women's skirts to encumber his knees, and on his breast spread gemstones, and neatly around his head wind a bridal veil. They had keys placed around him to rattle and women's skirts to fall around his knee, and upon his breast spread gemstones, and neatly around his head wound a bridal veil. Then said Loki, Laufey's son, 'I will also with you be as a handmaiden. And strew the benches! There go here to the enclosures gold-horned cows, oxen all-black for the joy of the giant; I have a store of treasures, I have a store of jewels.

It seems to me I lack only Freyja. Sif's man drank three casks of mead. I have not seen a bride take bigger bites, nor a maid drink the more mead. It seems to me a fire burns from her eyes. Original text taken from E. Gordon, An Introduction to Old Norse, ed. Taylor, 2nd ed. Oxford: , He killed the old sister of the giant, the one who the bride-fee had demanded; She got a strike as her lot for money, and a blow of the hammerfor store of rings.

Original text taken from George Philip Krapp ed. I have no power, these death-hard bonds own me, hold me fast. Here is great fire above and below. I never knew a more hateful country. The fire never dies, in this sweltering hell. Shackles and chains, cruel cords, trip me up, cripple me. My feet are tied my hands tethered. The way is shut, the hell-door barred so I cannot slip these bonds. Translator's Note: In the twenty-five-year-old philologist Eduard Sievers proposed, purely on stylistic and linguistic grounds, that part ll.

Nineteen years later that Old Saxon original was discovered in a manuscript in the Vatican Library. Such is the romance ofphilology. Ungelic is us. Ungelice is us. The Cambridge Old English Reader. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, James Schuller TCD One like him would be their sacrifice; they will kill him if he comes into our company. We are not the same. Wulf is on one isle, and I on the other; that island is closed, cut off with fens and the blood-mantled men on that island will kill him if he comes into their company.


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Then battle-brave arms embraced me; there was joy in that, but also hate. Wulf, my Wulf! My dreams of you are fever and famine, your absence sharp hunger and sickness. Do you hear, Eadwacer? Our whelp in its jaws, the wolf to the wood is fleeing, and that which never was bound is easily broken our tale together. Gim sceal on hringe standan steap and geap. Cities appear from afar, Cunning work of giants, which are on this earth, wondrous wall-stone work. Wind is swiftest in air, thunder is at times loudest. Winter is coldest. Woe is wondrously clinging. Clouds wander. A young earl must be encouraged by good companions 15 to battle and bestowing of rings.

A nobleman shall be courageous; sword with helmet shall experience battle. A hawk belongs on a glove, remaining wild; a wolf belongs in the wood, bleak and solitary; a boar belongs in the brake 20 strong in tusk-strength. A good man in his native land shall practice judgement. A projectile shall be held in hand, gold stained spear. A gem shall stand on a ring both high and broad. A stream shall travel toward waves mingle with the sea-tide. Mast shall be on ship, 25 abiding in the sail-yard. Treow sceal on eorle, wisdom on were.

Fugel uppe sceal lacan on lyfte. Brim sceal sealte weallan, lyfthelm and laguflod ymb ealra landa gehwylc, flowan firgenstreamas. Tungol sceal on heofenum beorhte scinan, swa him bebead meotud. Dragon shall on mound, be old, proud in ornaments. A fish in water shall spawn. A king in hall shall distribute rings. A bear shall be in heath, 30 aged and terrible. A river shall down-hill sea-grey travel.

An army together shall be a famous troop. Faithful shall be a warrior, wise a man. A wood shall in soil bloom with blossoms. The hill on earth 35 stands green. God shall in heaven judge deeds. Shield-boss shall on shield protect strong fingers. A fowl shall be up sporting in the air.

A salmon shall be in pool 40 wandering with the trout. A storm shall from heaven, muddled with the wind, come into this world. Thief shall go in shadowed weather. Ogre shall in fen abide alone in that land. The salt sea shall surge, mist and waters flow about all the land, with mighty streams. Cattle on earth shall, propagate and produce. A star in heaven shall, shine clearly, as Creator has commanded it. Original text taken from Dobbie, ; Dobbie, E. The future is concealed and secret; the Lord alone knows, the saving Father.

None return again hither under the heavens, that here truly 65 might tell men, what might be the decree of the Creator; the home of victorious people— there He Himself dwells. David Scott TCD Cortege A monkey in a brocade coat Gambols and capers in her path As she crumples her lace kerchief In her hand gloved with art, While a black boy all in red Supports with all his might the skirt Of her heavy gown, always alert To each and every swaying fold; The monkey never loses sight Of the lady's milky bust Fit, opulent treasure chest, To give a marble god delight; The little black boy cheats sometimes And lifts too high the sumptuous load So that he sees beneath the folds That of which at night he dreams; She wanders down the lawn below And does not seem much more aware Of the love and insolent care Domestic pets on her bestow.

French 46 En bateau L'Etoile du berger tremblote Dans l'eau plus noire et le pilote Cherche un briquet dans sa culotte. Original text taken from Verlaine, Paul. Martine Bercot. It's the moment, sirs, now or Never to be brave for our Hands now have license to wander. The knightly Atys, at his Guitar, serenades Chloris Archly for all her hubris. The priest absolves Maisie While the earl, in his frenzy, Of his heart gives up the key. So lit up by a moonbeam The skiff takes to the stream As gaily as in a wakening dream.

Stephen Stacey TCD As he was drawing his tale to a close, the sun set, and a shadow, icy and mournful, began to wash over the streets. While there was no word whatsoever to be had of you, I did spy the most singular-looking fellow in the courtyard; a very tall, horribly emaciated man walking about with a grave step. He was bare-chested, one eye was hidden by a band of black fabric, and an enormous sword was slapping against his leg. He passed before me once or twice, muttering curious words which I eventually understood to concern you and which — now that I think about it — amounted to a rather urgent message, albeit of such a bizarre sort as to have scarcely been worth dwelling upon.

He was thought to be a foreigner — though no one could tell precisely from whence he came. Apparently, it was his way to go about like that: one eye covered, chest bared, skeletally thin, and with a sort of loincloth around his waist which fell to his feet. He slept in a hayloft, on straw, and ate like an animal. An instinctive attraction drew me towards this man, and I was impatient for my servant to communicate the message with which he had been entrusted. I interrupted his protracted narration to remind him that he had something to tell me. He scratched his head for a moment, not understanding what I meant, then smiled.

Henceforth, one hand alone can stem the blood, and that is mine. Let your Master think of me each time the bell tolls one. Then, I returned to my armchair. Hours passed. The night had drawn in and I was dozing off, as was my wont, when Theodore tapped me on the shoulder.

The strange fellow was there before me. He was standing in a shaft of light coming in from the street; at first, I merely look at him, not saying a word, admiring the strength and mystery of his features. Gradually, however, some subtle malevolence which he exuded set me ill at ease. I saw in him my saviour and yet, after a time, his presence unsettled me. Il fit mine de se retirer, mais je le retins. Il apparut comme minuit sonnait. You must wait until Sunday, however; at the hour when the Day of Rest begins, the power of the dead ebbs.

I will be with you at that moment and after Saturday, I promise you, the NUN shall visit you no more. Wait until the night between Saturday and Sunday. All will become clear then. It was three days before he returned. The better to avoid arousing suspicion, I had retired to bed and dismissed my servants. But, as midnight approached, I got dressed and eagerly awaited the return of the Great Mogul.

He appeared as the clock struck midnight. I initially thought it was the NUN but my own sense of calm reassured me. He approached and greeted me silently. He carried in his hand a small, black-wooden chest which he set down by the stove. Then, taking his bearings, he took a few steps towards the middle of the bedroom.

Quand il eut fini, il se mit debout et me pria de venir le rejoindre. Enfin, une heure sonna. At this point he got to his feet and returned to the little chest which he had set upon the stove. Opening it, he took out a crucifix, a Bible and, finally, an ampulla full of an opaque and viscous liquid. On the floor, in the centre of the circle, he placed a tiny skull about which he set a certain number of human bones. Then, dipping the crucifix in the ampulla, he sprinkled the floorboards with the liquid held therein.

Here he threw himself again upon the floor and, with an ever increasing fervour, began again to describe that same circle. The figure of Christ left a thick trail of blood along the circumference of this imagined circle. Before long, a great red circle had been traced impressively upon the floorboards. The rim of this circle was broken into uneven sections, each of which gleamed with its own cross of bones.

When he had finished, he stood up and asked me to join him. I obeyed wordlessly, gripped by a sort of holy terror. The shadows about us seemed to be full of movement. I had the impression that he wanted me to be quiet, and he further advised me not to attempt leaving the circle once he began his incantations. Having said this, he opened his Bible and became so deeply absorbed in his reading that I had the impression he was leaving the room. Though I still felt him beside me, it was as if I stood next to a corpse. Finally, the clock struck one. Quelle cause trouble ton sommeil?

Le sorcier avait repris son crucifix. Le jour se levait. Un coq, au loin, chanta. She entered the bedroom and drew near the circle, which seemed to offer her an unexpected resistance. I gazed upon her: there she stood, hands outstretched, mouth open, as if petrified with astonishment. The eyes of the exorcist held her with a gaze at once cunning and wrathful. What do you seek here?

I command you, Speak! What troubles your sleep? Why do you torment this unfortunate young man? She heaved a long sigh but made no answer. No sooner had he bellowed his cry than he let fall his crucifix and, throwing the Bible aside, he tore off the band of black which encircled his forehead. I suddenly felt as if I were falling and I saw the phantom before me become pathetic, joining her hands by way of entreaty.

I felt my whole being drawn up to a dizzying height which compelled me to close my eyes. I wanted to cling to my guide and — perhaps mad curiosity, perhaps mere reflex — I now cast my eyes upon him for a moment. It was unspeakable. At that moment, I understood the pitiful and trembling countenance of the spectre.

A baleful and fearsome fire leapt upon me with a force so great that it was as if all the wickedness of the heavenly abyss had assumed the piercing force of light itself to strike me. My mind, my soul, my faculties, everything which assured me that I was there, that I inhabited something, that I was held aloft, that I came and went, that I resisted, everything was undone, recut in the shape of the cross.

What I experienced in that moment was a searing, incandescent agony which made me yearn desperately for my own dissolution, for a dissolution so utter that not even eternity itself would have allowed me to achieve it. The sorcerer had retrieved his crucifix. The sun was rising. The ghost fixed the sky with a gaze full of sombre desolation and, in this sealed room, these words were carried to me on cool morning air. Have pity! Know that my bones now moulder in a forgotten corner of Lindenberg Hole and that the task of laying them to rest falls to this young man here present.

He is the one I have sought through the centuries. He is mine; his lips have sworn it to me, and I will never free him from his promise. I will continue to fill his nights with nightmares and terrors so long as I remain unburied. Then, having ensured that thirty masses are said for the repose of my soul, he may be assured that I shall leave him in peace, never again returning to intrude upon the living. Now, let me leave — these flames consume me. The exorcist picked me up by the waist with apparent difficulty and set me down outside the circle.

Then, once again settling the crucifix in its chest, he told me something like the following. She took the veil when very young and not entirely of her own choosing, but rather on the express orders of her father. She was, undoubtedly, too young to comprehend that servitude, as much moral as sensuous, to which she was condemning herself. One day, however, nature regained the upper hand and she shamelessly gave herself over to the madness of her desires.

Somehow she came to know Baron Lindenberg, whose lover she became, and who, following a particularly memorable abduction, brought her to Germany. Once there, her excesses knew no bounds. Thence did the winds of wanton lascivity, of base sorcery, blow so fiercely across Germany that the Holy See itself grew anxious. As befitted her temperament, an unending cavalcade of lovers were welcomed into the bed of the false Baroness.

One day she learned that her lover the Baron had a son, born of an earlier union, who was in the flower of his youth, and she resolved to delay no longer the pleasure of giving herself to him. Now, at that time, the son lay dying. Stricken by a mysterious illness, he scarcely left his bed and passed his days locked in his room, listening to the none too distant sounds of nocturnal debauchery which brought images to trouble his death throes.

No earthly law, it seemed, might contain the excesses of this daughter of Satan. There could hardly be any question of saving her soul, for then who would answer for the souls which she had led to their perdition? What was needed was to deny her any means of salvation and, so that her ruin might be complete, to ensure, albeit indirectly, that she died in a state of mortal sin.

The priest convinced him to forbid anyone coming near his dying son and then, when the boy died, announced his imminent recovery. The Pope released this novice from his vows and, charging him to sin for the good of the Church and the salvation of the righteous, gave him his freedom. Then, sometime later, during the nightly debauch, the Baron presented him to the assembled guests as his son who had not been healed but, so to speak, revived. Everything went according to plan: the Baroness burned with desire and knew swift satisfaction.

His lady, however, he maintained in a state of fervid passion favourable to his ends. While his father lived, however, he was nothing. He and some armed friends would be waiting there; it would be her task to bring her lover, who would be stabbed and whose corpse would be disposed of. Then, armed and in disguise, they would all return to the castle and burst suddenly into the banqueting hall, terrorising the assembled guests. He entered the cavern like an automaton, and who can say what mad impulse drove him suddenly to cackle wildly.

He fell, a smile on his face. Original text taken from fleursdumal. Niall McCabe TCD To my beautiful cat, love of my heart; hold your foot claws in, and let me dive into your beautiful eyes, mixed metal and ruby red. When my fingers leisurely caress your head and your elastic back, and when my hand tingles with pleasure while feeling your electric body, I see my wife. His eyes, like yours, amiable beast deep and cold, cut and cleave like a dart, And, feet to head, air craft, dangerous incense swims around his body brown.

French 68 Lune de Miel T. Lui pense aux pourboires, et redige son bilan. Eliot trans. But on a Summer's evening at Ravenna, at ease Between the sheets, among two hundred mites, The sweat of Summer, and the stink of a bitch in heat, They lie upon their backs and spread the knees Of four limp legs all swollen up with bites. They scratch and toss the covers. Within a league stands Saint Appolinaire In Classe, basilica known to lovers Of acanthus capitals, whirled amid the wind. They will take the eight o'clock train, Prolong their miseries from Padua to Milan To find the Last Supper, and a cheap restaurant.

He'll add the tip and tally his accounts. They will have seen Switzerland and crossed through France And Saint Appolinaire, staunch and ascetic, God's old abandoned factory, still holds In its crumbling stones the exact form of Byzantium. Emma schimpft: Wir kommen nicht vor. An uns ist nicht gedacht. Otti kapiert nicht oder tut so. Gehst du baden? Emma Kahn persists nonetheless, crawling from word to word with her magnifying glass: a true test of patience. She is loathe to cancel her newspaper subscription — that would almost be a break with her identity; and her widowed sister Otti, with whom Emma lives, would consider it disloyal to the decades of her marriage.

Television is still an option, if they push their chairs right up to the screen. No one caters for us. Emma is irritated by this counter-argument, not least by the choice of words and lack of critical analysis: Take the weather forecast, Otti. Do you go to the beach? What is it you enjoy doing?

Die Nachbarn machen auch die Seniorengymnastik mit. Und den Seniorensex, he? Nein danke. Mit der ja nur scheinheilig zufriedenen Otti weiterzuhadern, hat Emma keine Lust mehr. In Wahrheit geht es ihnen beiden gleich. Nicht alles, korrigiert Emma. Aber das Fernsehen, das schon. Verloren, vorbei. Das-Leben-ist-toll-Motto ringsum.

Emma bringt das Wort heraus. Du solltest nicht so zimperlich sein, wenn du mir schon diesen Vorschlag machst. The neighbours go to keep-fit classes for senior citizens too. Sex for senior citizens as well, ha? No thank you. The truth is, they both feel the same way. Emma justifies watching it along the lines: What on earth would Goethe have made of it?!

And Otti: We were as silly as that lot at seventeen, just not as crude. She lets out one of those everything-was-better-before sighs. Not everything, Emma points out, though television definitely was. Emma used to like the presenters on the regional news round-up — she had a relationship of sorts with them; and Otti, after the evening round of phone calls with her children, even preferred her TV friends to the blood relations.

All lost, all gone now. Eternal optimism is the order of the day. It being a Saturday, Otti will present their options in a mock casual air: Action movie or folk music? Football or horror film? Otti findet nicht einmal die Off- Taste. Und wenn Otti sich verteidigt: Was bleibt uns denn sonst? They did not want a video recorder, though it would be handy; at the most ungodly hours there was still the odd programme that would tempt them, and their neighbour had offered to record these gems.

With their eyes, even the TV remote presented enough challenges: all those tiny buttons, their fingers often hitting the wrong keys. And if Otti, as blind a little mouse as Emma, tries to defend herself with: What else are we to do? She organises some mail-order playing cards with extra-large diamonds, Jacks and so on, but she never really feels like asking: How about a game of rummy? Russian bank? Otti has struck gold: At quarter past eight Miss Marple is going to abandon cosy domesticity for the rigours of sleuthing.

Ahora que lo pienso, estas personas son verdaderamente unos malditos riajuus [18]. Desapareced de una vez El aire de mis pulmones fue expulsado completamente en un espasmo y a la vez solicitaban aire por el esfuerzo realizado. Pasados unos segundos, mis ojos se acostumbraron a la luminosidad, y lo primero que vi claramente fue a una mujer joven y rubia que me miraba a los ojos.

Esa preciosa joven No he podido encontrar nada que funcione con electricidad la persona vestida de sirvienta estaba limpiando con una bayeta , y los utensilios, cuencos y mobiliario eran principalmente de madera. Me encantaba la idea de empezar de nuevo, pero vivir con una familia que no pudiera ni permitirse pagar las facturas me daba cierto miedo. Aunque es posible que la mente de este nuevo cuerpo sea excepcional Y no dejaba de notar un dolor palpitante en la parte trasera de la cabeza.

Ludy ha sido capaz de subirse a una silla Este sitio no es la Tierra que conozco, sino que estoy en otro mundo completamente distinto, con espadas y magia. De vivir plena y seriamente. Buscar un trabajo seguro, con un salario estable y pudiente no es tarea sencilla. Por lo que parece, Zenith, su mujer, estaba a punto de dar a luz y estaban intranquilos y algo apresurados. Pero eso solo fue al principio No, en serio, de arriba a abajo; la cocina, la puerta trasera, el trastero, la despensa, la chimenea, etc, etc. Esto es preocupante Y por fin comenzaba a entender las conversaciones de mis padres.

Porque considero de vital importancia saber leer y escribir. Por todo esto, aprender el lenguaje de este mundo fue mi primera tarea.

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Pero parece que no existen otras fuentes posibles Aunque solo pensarlo de esa forma me hizo sentir que algo no encajaba Eso quiere decir que soy especial, rawr [34]. Ah, no no. Soy un novato, tan solo es suerte del principante. Mi deber es esforzarme en estudiar Eso no es posible. Maldita sea. Maldita sea Esto me hizo sentir como un inepto Tomando como irrefutable algo que es imposible comprobar a simple vista.

Siguiendo la escala del libro, 1 de cada Pero en definitiva, el nivel Superior aunque sea poco realista, pero es mi meta actual. Nah, mejor no darle demasiadas vueltas por el momento. Lo que se traduce en que tras pronunciar el conjuro:. El talento se estanca si no se entrena de forma constante durante el desarrollo, por lo que entrenar es ahora mismo mi deber absoluto. Aunque para alguien tan experimentado en juegos como yo, una lolita [45] maga no era algo tan sorprendente.

Con estas 3 cualidades era simplemente perfecta. No, mejor antes de eso hagamos una prueba para ver la magia que puedes usar, Ludy. Aunque su respuesta fuera algo seca, la comisura de sus labios dejaba entrever una sonrisilla, y su nariz se alargaba de orgullo [49]. Esto va a ser muy sencillo. Ups, llevo tanto tiempo sin pronunciar el conjuro de disparo de agua, que ya no lo recuerdo. Pero si me lo dices a esa velocidad, soy incapaz de recordarlo a la primera.

Siguiendo este tipo de entrenamiento a diario Y estoy seguro de que con la magia seguramente pasara lo mismo. Por ello, simplemente por que haya aumentado mi capacidad no implica que deba dejar de entrenarla. Este hombre es incansable Antes de nada decir que la magia se dice proviene de la longeva raza de los orejas puntiagudas [54] o Altos elfos. Los humanos son especialmente buenos en este aspecto. En definitiva, el uso general que recordaba de juegos de rol.

Un demonio es mi tutor particular Siempre es mejor cuando estamos en un periodo de paz. Para que quede constancia, soy parte de la raza Migurd que reside en la zona de Bigoya en el continente demoniaco. En mi caso, mi color de pelo parece verde dependiendo de la luz Ese gesto era encantador.

Son una raza muy peligrosa, y tras la guerra, fueron perseguidos y desterrados del continente demoniaco. Recuerda lo siguiente. Es su tercer ojo. Tengo experiencia en eso. Parece que se enfadan con facilidad. Pero Roxy parece tan asustada de esa raza Teniendo en cuenta el entrenamiento que estuve siguiendo, aprender a usar la magia de nivel Avanzado fue tan sencillo como meterme el dedo en la nariz.

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Bueno, ya que en mi otra vida fui un NEET, es probable que mi familia me considerara una persona necesitada, jajaja. Parece que tengo el potencial para superar a Roxy. Porque en este mundo, los libros son caros. El segundo es el estilo Cauce Celestial , este estilo representa el completo opuesto al estilo Filo Celestial, porque es un estilo casi puramente defensivo que centra sus bases en paradas y contraataques.

Ya que el estilo se especializa principalmente en defensa, las situaciones en la que se aprovecha la iniciativa para atacar son poco comunes. Es un estilo necesario para algunas clases sociales como los caballeros de palacio o los nobles, donde la meta es proteger a otra persona. Estos 3 estilos son conocidos como los 3 estilos principales, y existen personas que combaten combinando los 3 estilos. Mientras que a un mago necesitabas especificar el elemento, mago Deidad de Agua o mago Santo de Agua. Si sirve de ejemplo, decir que Roxy es una maga Santo de Agua.

Pero no te equivoques, no me molesta aprender a usarla. Paul se emociona al escucharme, afirma con la cabeza contento, y termina sujetando una espada de madera. Los distintos conjuros de magias combinadas existentes rememoran la creatividad y el gran esfuerzo de los magos del pasado. Aunque conjurando en silencio no es necesario recordar algo tan complejo. Por ejemplo, no necesitas crear nubes a gran altura, si tu meta es que llueva cerca del suelo.

Y 1 de cada 20 combatientes es mago. Bueno, por lo general, las escuelas de magia son lugares en lo que es necesario pertenecer a una alta clase social. Si quisieras profundizar tu estudio de la magia, te recomiendo entrar en este centro. Existen muchos ejemplos de caballeros que estudiaron en la universidad de magia.

En todo lo que llevo viviendo en este mundo, nunca he salido de la casa, es algo de lo que soy consciente. Si doy una vuelta por el jardin, al ver el paisaje recuerdos de mi anterior vida vuelan en mi cabeza. Es posible que el paisaje tan relajado de los campos se convierta repentinamente en un infierno, al ser incapaz de aceptar a alguien como yo en este mundo. Pero este mundo es real.

Y aunque entiendo que esa idea sea probablemente un hecho, sigo sin ser capaz de salir. Sin importar cuanto me esfuerce o me convenza. Soy penoso.

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Roxy aprovecha y me sienta sobre el caballo, tras lo que se monta en el mismo caballo que yo y toma las riendas. Junto a Roxy, avanzamos lentamente por la aldea y de vez en cuando, los aldeanos nos miran abiertamente. En especial las miradas directas y burlonas. No lo creo porque Dejad de miradme, volved al trabajo Ahora que me fijo. Ah, tiene sentido. Respondo desinteresadamente conforme me recuesto, apoyando mi cabeza en el casi inexistente pecho de Roxy.

Me pregunta a lo que niego con la cabeza, a estas alturas, ya he dejado de temer las miradas de quienes me rodean. Mis temores me han dado un respiro, y por fin, todo cuanto nos rodea entra por primera vez en mis ojos. Ah, aunque veo molinos de agua. Tras relajarme, me doy cuenta del silencio que se ha extendido demasiado, me pongo un tanto nervioso ya que este silencio no lo he experimentado nunca con Roxy. Y el resto son ingredientes comunes para cocinar. La habitan unas 30 familias, que principalmente se encargan de los campos.

Y Paul es el caballero delegado para proteger esta aldea. Las corrientes que recorren las nubes lentamente se intensifican. Un rayo golpea el suelo. Roxy coloca su mano sobre el caballo y comienza a conjurar. La asustada Roxy ejecuta magia Curativa de nivel Intermedio, y pasado unos eternos segundos, el caballo despierta. La magia Curativa de nivel Intermedio es incapaz de devolver a la vida.

Es un poco patosa y mira que se esfuerza mucho, hasta el punto de que por las noches aguanta hasta tarde preparando mis clases. El caballo parece seguir asustado y preparado para salir huyendo en cualquier momento, pero Roxy agarrando las riendas y echando todo su peso se lo impide. Sin moverse apenas, Roxy comienza a conjurar algo, tras lo que ambos son cubiertos por muros de tierra.

Pues perfecto, manos a la obra, a ver si recuerdo el conjuro Consigo conjurarlo a la primera y las nubes comienzan a agruparse. La magia de Agua de nivel Sagrado sigue siendo magia. En mi otra vida, me encantaba un programa que explicaba la ciencia tras el proceso de distintos aspectos naturales, como los tornados Parece que le ha marcado el hecho de que la haya igualado en su rango de magia. Ahora que lo pienso, recuerdo una escena en la que me pude notar como le molestaba que un alumno superara a su Shishou. Siento que mi hijo te haya hecho perder un poco tu confianza en ti misma.

La importancia de este gesto Nadie de este ahora ni de mi anterior mundo, ni mis antiguos padres ni mis hermanos lo lograron. Oh, ahora que me acuerdo Paul parece incapaz de responder a las palabras de su hijo. Soy hasta capaz de saludar alegremente a las personas que me cruzo. Pero bueno, en esta zona apenas aparecen monstruos ya que los aldeanos realizan la Caza de monstruos periodicamente, para asegurar la seguridad en los alrededores.

La Caza de monstruos es tal y como suena; una carga por el bosque para limpiar los peligros, realizada por caballeros, cazadores y un equipo de vigilantes. Aunque pueda usar magia y sepa defensa personal, sigo siendo un NEET que nunca antes ha peleado en serio con nadie. Por lo que no debo bajar la guardia. Echo un vistazo y me encuentro con una pradera bastante empantanada por las recientes lluvias, y en ella encuentro a 3 chavales cubiertos embarrados lanzandole bolas de ese mismo barro a un chiquillo.

Guau, que escena tan irritante protagonizan esos bullies de libro [84]. Escuchando esto me dirijo al grupo de abusones mientras creo bolas de barro con magia, en cuanto llego a distancia de tiro, se las lanzo con todas mis fuerzas. En un instante paso a ser el objetivo de sus abusos, algo que parece no cambiar de un mundo a otro. Pero no es nada efectivo. Sip, sin lugar a dudas. El jovencito me mira asustado, se parece mucho a esos animalillos que consiguen que la gente sientan la necesidad de abrazarlos y protegerlos.

Es el gancho perfecto para cualquier onee-san [89] shotacon [90] que le viera. Mira que ensuciarle tanto al pobre, tiene barro por todas partes, casi toda su cara esta cubierta de barro, y hasta su pelo se ha puesto color marroncillo. Es un milagro que haya conseguido proteger la cesta.

En cuanto termino, me fijo en sus orejas largas como de elfo, y en que su pelo es color esmeralda

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