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112 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1962
…formerly on scholarship at the Sorbonne, historian full of useless facts, accustomed to digging among yellowed documents, part-time teacher in private schools�
You move aside so that the light from the candles and the reflections from the silver and crystal show you the silk coif that must cover a head of very white hair, and that frames a face so old it’s almost childlike.
She doesn’t look at you at first, then little by little she opens her eyes as if she were afraid of the light. Finally you can see that those eyes are sea green and that they surge, break to foam, grow calm again, then surge again like a wave.
…the grinning demons in an old print, the only happy figures in that iconography of sorrow and wrath, happy because they’re jabbing their pitchforks into the flesh of the damned, pouring cauldrons of boiling water on them, violating the women, getting drunk, enjoying all the liberties forbidden to the saints.
الرجل يصطاد
المرأة تكيد وتحلم
إنها أمّ الخيال
أمّ الآلهة
لديها بصيرة
أجنحة تمكنها من التحليق
إلى اللا متناهي
في عالم الرغبة والخيال
الآلهة مثل الرجال
يولدون ويموتون
على صدر امرأة
...
سيرجع يا فيليبه
سنستعيده معًا
دعني أسترد قواي وسأجعله يعود
...
“El hombre caza y lucha. La mujer intriga y sueña; es la madre de la fantasía, de los dioses. Posee la segunda visión, las alas que le permiten volar hacia el infinito del deseo y de la imaginación� Los dioses son como los hombres: nacen y mueren sobre el pecho de una mujer…� Jules MicheletPor otro lado, todo el engranaje de significados y símbolos, de referencias a otras obras, que puede pensarse como propósito principal del autor y así entender la obra como un juego, no es algo que puedan compensar todo lo dicho. En definitiva, que no soy el lector que Fuentes buscaba para su obra, por muy generoso que me haya mostrado con las estrellas.
"You move a few steps so that the light from the candles won't blind you. The girl keeps her eyes closed, her hands at her sides. She doesn't look at you at first, then little by little she opens her eyes as if she were afraid of the light."
"Finally you can see that those eyes are sea green and that they surge, break to foam, grow calm again, then surge again like a wave. You look into them and tell yourself it isn't true, because they're beautiful green eyes just like all the beautiful green eyes you've ever known. But you can't deceive yourself: those eyes do surge, do change, as if offering you a landscape that only you can see and desire."