#pilgram

¿Volver? Vuelva el que tenga, Tras largos años, tras un largo viaje, Cansancio del camino y la codicia De su tierra, su casa, sus amigos, Del amor que al regreso fiel le espere.

Mas, ¿tú? ¿Volver? Regresar no piensas, Sino seguir libre adelante, Disponible por siempre, mozo o viejo, Sin hijo que te busque, como a Ulises, Sin Ítaca que aguarde y sin Penélope.

Sigue, sigue adelante y no regreses, Fiel hasta el fin del camino y tu vida, No eches de menos un destino más fácil, Tus pies sobre la tierra antes no hollada, Tus ojos frente a lo antes nunca visto.

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Turn around? He returns who has learned After long years, and a long journey, He is tired of the road and now he thirsts For his home, for his land, for his friends, For the faithful love expecting his return.

But you? Turn around? Going back is not a thought, Your fate is to be free to journey onward, Forever unattached, whether you are young or old, Without a son to search for you, as one looked for Ulysses, Without a waiting Ithaca, without Penelope.

Go on, go forward and not back, Be faithful to the end of the road and of your life, Don’t settle for an easier destination, Put your feet on soil that never has been trodden, Fix your eyes on what has not been seen before.

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Peregrino

Luis Cernuda  1902-1963

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I was sitting in contemplative silence after running 110 miles. The cathedral was covered in Gothic architecture and the afternoon light was making its presence felt through the stained glass windows. The first frosty front of autumn has come through Southern England, making the conditions outside uncomfortable. It was cold and I was tired. Slight noises would echo in the corners and a dull hum of voices came and went – a small school group, old friends, a mother and her daughter. Despite the distractions I was content to just sit and be still.

Spoilers ahead, turn back now if you don’t want to know:

So I’m stunned by this revelation that Sunny apparently killed MK’s mother.  I question this entire scene because not only is he hopped up on heroin, but we’ve never seen any glimmer of recognition from Sunny towards MK when they first met.

Granted, the Master may have manipulated his thoughts and twisted them but who’s to say this dark part of himself isn’t doing the same?  He’s got to feel a sense of abandonment from Sunny at this point.  What better way to fuel his anger towards the man than to believe he murdered his mother. 

That anger may be what drives his gift, but at what cost?  Even  Pilgram and Cressida were discussing how the dark eyed children don’t live long. That gift destroys them in the end.

¿Volver? Vuelva el que tenga, Tras largos años, tras un largo viaje, Cansancio del camino y la codicia De su tierra, su casa, sus amigos, Del amor que al regreso fiel le espere.

Mas, ¿tú? ¿Volver? Regresar no piensas, Sino seguir libre adelante, Disponible por siempre, mozo o viejo, Sin hijo que te busque, como a Ulises, Sin Ítaca que aguarde y sin Penélope.

Sigue, sigue adelante y no regreses, Fiel hasta el fin del camino y tu vida, No eches de menos un destino más fácil, Tus pies sobre la tierra antes no hollada, Tus ojos frente a lo antes nunca visto.

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Turn around? He returns who has learned After long years, and a long journey, He is tired of the road and now he thirsts For his home, for his land, for his friends, For the faithful love expecting his return.

But you? Turn around? Going back is not a thought, Your fate is to be free to journey onward, Forever unattached, whether you are young or old, Without a son to search for you, as one looked for Ulysses, Without a waiting Ithaca, without Penelope.

Go on, go forward and not back, Be faithful to the end of the road and of your life, Don’t settle for an easier destination, Put your feet on soil that never has been trodden, Fix your eyes on what has not been seen before.

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Luis Cernuda

Peregrino

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The hue of the white started to engulfed all objects, tangled limbs reaching out, hedges fading. The weather turned cold and wet as the morning went on and the visibility was reduced to a foggy foot. I got lost for the first time, having zoned out before realising I was in the middle of a random farm. A lengthy detour across and I reached the trail again.