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Eris was the goddess of strife, discord, contention, and rivalry. She was often represented specifically as the daimon of the strife of war, who haunted the battlefield and delighted in human bloodshed. Because of Eris’s disagreeable nature, she was the only goddess not to be invited to the weeding of Peleus and Thetis. When she turned up anyway, she was refused admittance, and in a rage, she threw a golden apple among the goddesses inscribed, “To the fairest.” Three goddesses laid claim, and the goddess’ rivalry brought about the events which led to the Trojan War.
Última edición por di angelo. el Miér 28 Ene 2015, 9:45 am, editado 1 vez
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In ancient Greek mythology, Acheron was known as the river of woe, and was one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld. In the Homeric poems the Acheron was described as a river of Hades, into which Cocytus and Phlegethon both flowed.
Cocytus or Kokytos, meaning “the river of wailing” (from the Greek Κωκυτός, “lamentation”), is a river in the underworld in Greek mythology. Cocytus flows into the river Acheron, across which is the underworld, the mythological abode of the dead.
The shades of the dead were required to drink the waters of the Lethe in order to forget their earthly life. In the Aeneid, Virgil writes that it is only when the dead have had their memories erased by the Lethe that they may be reincarnated
Plato describes Plegethon as “a stream of fire, which coils round the earth and flows into the depths of Tartarus. It was parallel to the river Styx. It is said that the goddess Styx was in love with Phlegethon, but she was consumed by his flames and sent to Hades. Eventually when Hades allowed her river to flow through, they reunited.
The gods were bound by the Styx and swore oaths on it. The reason for this is during the Titan war, Styx, the goddess of the river Styx, sided with Zeus. After the war, Zeus promised every oath be sworn upon her. Zeus swore to give Semele whatever she wanted and was then obliged to follow through when he realized to his horror that her request would lead to her death. Helios similarly promised his son Phaëton whatever he desired, also resulting in the boy’s death. According to some versions, Styx had miraculous powers and could make someone invulnerable. According to one tradition, Achilles was dipped in it in his childhood, acquiring invulnerability, with exception of his heel, by which his mother held him. This is the source of the expression Achilles’ heel, a metaphor for a vulnerable spot.
Cocytus or Kokytos, meaning “the river of wailing” (from the Greek Κωκυτός, “lamentation”), is a river in the underworld in Greek mythology. Cocytus flows into the river Acheron, across which is the underworld, the mythological abode of the dead.
The shades of the dead were required to drink the waters of the Lethe in order to forget their earthly life. In the Aeneid, Virgil writes that it is only when the dead have had their memories erased by the Lethe that they may be reincarnated
Plato describes Plegethon as “a stream of fire, which coils round the earth and flows into the depths of Tartarus. It was parallel to the river Styx. It is said that the goddess Styx was in love with Phlegethon, but she was consumed by his flames and sent to Hades. Eventually when Hades allowed her river to flow through, they reunited.
The gods were bound by the Styx and swore oaths on it. The reason for this is during the Titan war, Styx, the goddess of the river Styx, sided with Zeus. After the war, Zeus promised every oath be sworn upon her. Zeus swore to give Semele whatever she wanted and was then obliged to follow through when he realized to his horror that her request would lead to her death. Helios similarly promised his son Phaëton whatever he desired, also resulting in the boy’s death. According to some versions, Styx had miraculous powers and could make someone invulnerable. According to one tradition, Achilles was dipped in it in his childhood, acquiring invulnerability, with exception of his heel, by which his mother held him. This is the source of the expression Achilles’ heel, a metaphor for a vulnerable spot.
Última edición por di angelo. el Miér 28 Ene 2015, 9:46 am, editado 1 vez
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the laughter of a hundred souls echo empty in the halls
beauty they say, beauty and wisdom and music,
are the temptations of existence
why then do a thousand fireflies not illuminate the void?
the roads and white and airy, there’s no room for that lonely child
hollow and broken; shunted aside
lonely with everlasting whispers ringing in his ears
how could he, cold and shivering, feel the heat of heavenly light,
pressed against the translucence of his skin?
and yet, and yet, not a trace of discourtesy graces his lips
for there is music in the silent wind swaying,
privy to the darkest secrets unbeknownst to the beholder,
filling the ghost king’s shadow-woven soul.
he is the morning mist; he aches for a final taste of dawn,
ethereal and insubstantial in the quest for sunlight
beauty they say, beauty and wisdom and music,
are the temptations of existence
why then do a thousand fireflies not illuminate the void?
the roads and white and airy, there’s no room for that lonely child
hollow and broken; shunted aside
lonely with everlasting whispers ringing in his ears
how could he, cold and shivering, feel the heat of heavenly light,
pressed against the translucence of his skin?
and yet, and yet, not a trace of discourtesy graces his lips
for there is music in the silent wind swaying,
privy to the darkest secrets unbeknownst to the beholder,
filling the ghost king’s shadow-woven soul.
he is the morning mist; he aches for a final taste of dawn,
ethereal and insubstantial in the quest for sunlight
Última edición por di angelo. el Miér 28 Ene 2015, 9:46 am, editado 1 vez
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❝ When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.❞
— Louise Glück, A Myth of Devotion.
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.❞
— Louise Glück, A Myth of Devotion.
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happy bday to my sun, my moon and all my stars.
happy bday to my sun, my moon and all my stars.
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aumenté cuarenta y cinco kilos con esto pero no me importa porque nICO
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you can't stay in one place a n y m o r e .
you can't stay in one place a n y m o r e .
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Mañana tengo que ir al centro con Tisi porque la muy pelotuda quiere ver a Fede pero no quiere ir sola, así que como nos hoy nos juntamos en la playa, me rogó que la acompañara.
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