sâmbătă, 3 aprilie 2010

Si pe vremuri, la fel

King Gylfi ruled the land that men now call Sweden. It is told of him that he gave to a wandering woman, in return for her merry-making, a plow-land in his realm, as much as four oxen might turn up in a day and a night. But this woman was of the kin of the Æsir; she was named Gefjun. She took from the north, out of Jötunheim, four oxen which were the sons of a certain giant and herself, and set them before the plow. And the plow cut so wide and so deep that it loosened up the land; and the oxen drew the land out into the sea and to the westward, and stopped in a certain sound. There Gefjun set the land, and gave it a name, calling it Selund. And from that time on, the spot whence the land had been torn up is water: it is now called the Lögr in Sweden; and bays lie in that lake even as the headlands in Selund.

De aici: Edda veche, Gylfaginning.

Deci vedetz? Deci si pe vremuri ca si acum. Deci precum in cer, in Jötunheim, la fel si pe pamant, acishilea la noi la Midgaard. Deci la fel: o lipsa de moralitate mai ceva ca la pashopt. Mai cu un pic de curvasareala, mai cu un pic de merry-making din buculitze, mai cu un joc de mijlocel si cu un pic de umectare, mai cu un pic de magie violeta si de vrajeala de mama Omida, mai cu un pic de furaciune cu doo perechi de boi. Pai vedetzi ca suntem legitimatzi pana si de traditzia edico-skaldica?

Deci sa nu va mai aud ca va plangetzi, ca ma apuc sa caut si in Biblie, si-n Iliada, si-n Odiseea si-n Mahabharatta. Si va spun eu ca gasesc. Ohoho, si-nca cum voi gasi...


1 comentarii:

Anonim spunea...

si-apoi, a venit Melkor... si a stabilit cota unica de TVA...