Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do...

miércoles, 16 de mayo de 2012

Píldora #14 o de hombres y mujeres y la creación. Bajo el vuelo del dragón.



«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 Michelet. 
En el epígrafe de Aura de Carlos Fuentes. 

 In the early morning the rays of the sun touch the trees and plants, still wet from the night. They evaporate, as if they breathe. As if spirits with faint rainbow colors are dancing around the trunks of the trees. The mists travel down along the slopes, toward the valley, where they collect and cover everything. But not for long, when the sunlight reaches down, they disappear. Every morning the light wakes up the earth, brings it back to life.  Every new day is a new creation.  Heaven reaches down to the earth, and the earth responds, brings forth, makes life.
The dragon appears in the field.
Flying dragon in heaven. Source >>

 
 

One of the cloud-followed dragons from The Nine Dragons handscroll, painted by the artist Chen Rong in 1244 CE (located in the Museum of Fine Art, Boston, USA)




No hay comentarios: