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Credo 1894
03:28
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“Impere norabuena el adusto dios del egoísmo; guárdese silencio y déjese al miasma que trabaje incansable, aumentando con venenosos sedimentos la inmensa charca de la pobredumbre social, y véndase las almas y las conciencias.” — La charca, by Manuel Zeno Gandia
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In the center of our world, bleeds a centurial wound.
En el centro de nuestro mundo, sangra la herida de los siglos.
A fountain from which no hope shall ever arise;
Una fuente de miserias,
Una fuente eterna de pecados…
That flows against the virtue of emancipation,
Wherein resides one single Benefit of Death;
That in this context we are one with the Earth.
And it is in the Earth our rest,
That we lie like those before us;
Inward facing towards the shore
Of that Odorous Font.
Morbus Terrarum.
And this is our shrine.
This is our church.
It is our womb.
It is our grave.
Y esta es nuestro altar.
Esta es nuestra iglesia.
Es nuestra vientre.
Es nuestra tumba.
And it is in this Earth our rest,
That we lie like those before us;
Inward facing towards the shore
Of that Odorous Font.
Y es en esta tierra de nuestra muerte,
En la que nos sentamos con la mira fija hacia adentro;
Hacia la costa,
De esa Fuente Olorosa.
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Fati Nostri
05:33
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There rises a great confusion
In the minds of the subjected masses,
When the thought of rebellion permeates among them
Through the most deviant of their fray.
(They stare and think:)
“What can come surely of any act
Against the formless mysteries that rule us?
Will attempting to break our Way
Bring consummation or dissolution?”
Certainly, as time has told
And won't ever cease to tell us,
Of the trials of our fathers and their fathers.
That only iniquity is known to us;
Against the strength of the pond:
“No habrá victoria!”
That through the ages and ages:
The cycle of dissolution
Is our sovereign Master.
El ciclo de disolución
Es nuestro Dios Soberano.
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Precipicio
02:31
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Uncinariasis
08:34
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All seems to force them towards decay,
(Yes,) towards Death; condemned towards extinction and Death,
Helpless race succumbing
Before the [selective] actions of the species...
O titan stomach that withers away,
Exhausted, petrified,
Lacking substenance,
Lacking life.
For we are only atoms
In that famished maw
Repurposed towards miasma,
Spiritual anemia.
“Estomago desviado
En su función primaria,
Engendra enfermedad
Y la muerte de un pueblo.”
Over the burdened corpse
No life shall recur.
“Sobre cuerpo agobiado
No reacciona vida lozana.”
“Gigantesco estómago
[Que] perece exhausto,
Atónito, sin nutrición,
Sin vida...”
“Todo parecía empujarles,
Destruirles... [Sí], a muerte;
Condenados a la extinción
Y a la muerte.”
Over the burdened corpse
No life shall recur.
“Sobre cuerpo agobiado
No reacciona vida lozana.”
“Gigantesco estómago
[Que] perece exhausto,
Atónito, sin nutrición,
Sin vida...”
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Charca Puerto Rico
“Todo parecía empujarles, destruirles… Sí, a muerte; condenados a la extinción y a la muerte; raza inerme que sucumbe bajo
la acción selectiva de la especie; gigantesco estómago que perece exhausto, atónito, sin nutrición, sin vida…”
— La charca, Manuel Zeno Gandía
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