Hanafuda

 

            Bebiendo con la Luna (Luna de Agosto y Crisantemo).

Let this war begin

Both of us are silent,

— almost still

Torn asunder, weak I feel

Your absence, close herein.

 

            Tres Cintas Rojas.

Words I felt,

—I wrote;

Worlds I dreamt

—I sought

Speechless, though, I begged

— thee to forget me not.

 

            Jabalí, Ciervo y Mariposa.

Soothen my wound

—thou could have

Refreshing, nourishing

—thy essence

That, honey-like, floweth

—towards this thirsty soul o’ mine.

 

 

            Cinco Luces.    

I made frriends with time

—thou woduln’t come along

I made friends with time ‘n’

—time missed you too

—time missed me too

—time  is just angry

For missing us two

——‘nai

For fuck’s sake I do

 

Gana el jugador uno.

Jugador dos, ¿quiere retirarse?

 

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 The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage.

To know is to know that you know nothing.

That is the true meaning of knowledgq