Dies Irae

Día de la ira, aquel día
en que los siglos se reduzcan a cenizas;
como testigos el rey David y la Sibila.
¡Cuánto terror habrá en el futuro
cuando el juez haya de venir
a juzgar todo estrictamente!

























Grito, como un reo;
la culpa enrojece mi rostro.
Perdona, Señor, a este suplicante.

Tú, que absolviste a Magdalena
y escuchaste la súplica del ladrón,
me diste a mí también esperanza.

Día de lágrimas será este renombrado día

en que resucitará, del polvo

para el juicio, el hombre culpable.

A ese, pues, perdónalo, oh Dios.

¿Qué diré yo entonces, pobre de mí?

¿A qué protector rogaré

cuando apenas el justo esté seguro?

¿A qué protector rogaré,  mí dios, cuando no estás? ¿ Cuando te escondes detras de mi espalda? 

¿ A quién rezaré, si no hay dios, pero sí que están mis muertos?

Dies iræ, dies illa,

Solvet sæclum in favilla,

Teste David cum Sibylla !

Last Judgement Dress: Mr Gugu & Miss Go
Coat: vintage
Sweatshirt: Monki
Necklace: Gina Tricot

Photos by Dominika Śnieg. Dziękuję!!!

Ariadne Reversed

The story of Ariadne, the Labyrinth, the string and the Minotaur contains some interesting details I didn't know about.  As always, what comes after the happy end seems more noteworthy than the story itself:

''After they were out to sea, it is said Theseus grew bored of Ariadne. It isn't known why or what caused this. Maybe he didn't like her at all.

In another version, Theseus left Ariadne because she was awfully sick and he was going to go get medicine, but when he came back, she was gone.''- Camphalf-blood Wiki

In my version of the myth, it would be rather Ariadne who would like to get into the labyrinth. To look for the key. To pull the strings? To bind the Minotaur,  no strings attached? 

Or finally, just to loose the thread. To run away, yet with a tatooed inscription on my back:

Kateche me, pheugo.

Ariadne, Sir John Lavery

Ningyo

Ningyo is a fish-like creature from a Japanese folklore.  Its flesh is pleasant-tasting, and anyone who eats it will attain remarkable longevity. However, catching a ningyo was believed to bring storms and misfortune, so fishermen who caught these creatures were said to throw them back into the sea.- Wikipedia

"Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you. But all who see you will say that you are the prettiest little human being they ever saw. You will still have the same floating gracefulness of movement, and no dancer will ever tread so lightly; but at every step you take it will feel as if you were treading upon sharp knives, and that the blood must flow. If you will bear all this, I will help you.”

“Yes, I will,” said the little princess in a trembling voice, as she thought of the prince and the immortal soul."

- Hans Christian Andersen, " The Little Mermaid"/ " Den Lille Havfrue"

Copenhagen reminding me of few things, like times when my legs also cursed me with pain with every step.

Or when I was a Ningyo and the waves were telling me hello in Spanish, playing with the words (Hola ola!)

Or when I  used to draw blind sirens and blue wolves and for one time in my life believe I can really paint.

Sending postcards to myself, not an unpleasant hobby at all.

Plusk!

Hokusai Great Wave leggins: Black Milk

Fur: Monki

Hoodie: Best Gigi's Magical Wardrobe, Grazie mille!

Tee: vintage

Whale tail necklace: souvenir store in Iceland

Boots: vintage, AE vintage

Gracias a mi querida boludisima por el mejor viaje a la ciudad de la Sirenita, por las fotos y por la ondaaaaa:) Besos!

Aguamala

Aguamala should be the same as medusa, yet not exactly. Aguamalas tend to have many legs, transparent tentacles, which float around, which open and close, which pulsate and mix with other legs, so that finally they don't even know, which leg is whose and where their borders go. 

They constantly choose to deny the recognition of their boundaries with foreign tentacles. Yesyesyes and nonono, it taste much better and is much easier this way.

But it may just appear that they float dispearsed in random directions. In their transparent heads there is space for oceans and heavenly airs.

So they behave just as if nothing ever happened. As if they didn't have gills? As the indispensable was, more than anything else, just to survive?

That's aguamalas' thing. They are self-indulgent, you know.

I know.

Or maybe that is only what the terrestial creatures think?

After all, they cannot ever learn how to breath under water.

Photo: Bragi Thor Josefsson, Iceland

¡Gracias por la conversación sobre la vida submarina de aguamalas a mí Leo no- tan-terrenal favorito!