The birth of Atégina
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The birth of Atégina
Antonio Almas
Translated by Mariana Bracks
“The birth of Atégina”
Written By Antonio Almas
Copyright © 2018 Antonio Almas
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Title: The birth of Atégina
Author: António Almas
preface:
From the interaction between characters was born the creation of the moment, day by day, simulated on a rehearsed stage where each one knows by heart their speeches because they are their own feelings that reveal themselves in an illusory fiction. Chimera, utopia, the simple magic of words, is still a philosophy, it is still magic, when everything seems to culminate in an act of poetic existence that burns in the fingers and triggers telluric movements in the bodies of the actors.
This play is not theater, it is not representation, it is mere fiction embodied by those who wear it, man and goddess, beings of other dimensions portrayed in a story of illusions.
The characters
Amigin, son of Míl, a great Irish poetry, that supposedly lived on 6th century, in season o Thuatha Dé Danann, who in the season controlled Ireland and that made a magic storm to prevent the Milesians to port in the island. Amairgin’s magic words calmed down the storm allowing your people dock in the island. He became the first of his race to tread on Irish soil. (MONAGHAM, Patricia. “The Encyclopaedia of Celtic Mythology and Folklore”. 2014, page 16)
Atégina or Ataedina is the goddess of rebirth (Spring), fertility, nature and healing in Lusitanian Mythology. They saw her as the Lusitanian goddess of moon. The name Ataegina is original from Celta: Ate + Gena, that means “rebirth”. Ataecina, Ataegina or Dea Sancta are the most common names of this divinity.
The animal consecrated to Atégina is the goat. She has a cult of devotion, in which someone invoked the goddess to cure someone, or even to curse, which could be little plagues until the death. She is also related to the salt production, in places like Alcacér do Sal and in Esposende.
Atégina was venerated in Lusitania and in Bética. There were sanctuaries dedicated to this goddess in Elvas (Portugal) and Merida and Cáceres in Spanish Estremadura, besides other places, specially near Guadiana River. She is too one of the main venerated goddess in places like Myrtilis (Mértolados nowadays), pax Julia (Beja), bouth in Portugal cities, and specially venerated in Turobriga city, which location in unknown. The region was know as Celtic Baeturia. In Saint Lourenço Mount (Castro de S. Lourenço, Esposende - Braga) was found an ada [?] dedicated to Dea Sancta, and it is, at first, related to the salt cult, as other subscription found in Cáceres (Spain)
(Wikipédia)
Framework
The two characters that I choose to impersonate this dialogue have bouth a Celtic ancestry. However, due to the Celtic presence in Iberian Peninsula, this tale, where in some way Amairin creates, through poetic prose, the Atégina Goddess, is a romance fiction showed in dialogue form.
Here the characters interact with words and mutually stimulating to the creation of a lovely moment that will culminate with poetic and sentimental sharing, without touching or actually existing.
Atégina’s lines were created by Catarina Mendes, whom I thank, whom in some way personified the Goddess and helped me to develop all this dialogue. Without her, would be impossible to incorporate in the Story the female perspective.
This fiction dialogue wants to show the word’s strong when they are drive and get with intensity. Above I showed Amairgin and Atégina as the Story relates them, because I always search that the characters of my books come from the reality, from mythologies or from the popular believes, in order to become real to the lectors’ eyes. However, we are all them, we can all dress them, feel them, be them, just predispose us to read with the intensity with which the writer wrote them.
For there to be dialogue, as we know, it is necessary that there be more than a subject, and in this dialogue, the creator and the goddess talk, provoke and elevate themselves to their humanity to feel the pleasures of divine and lust on their skin, using prose like fingers, mouths, and other organs of the body to dress phrases and literally undress the bodies of prejudice, generating and giving love in the form of letters, such as daring that only the poetry can provide.
As Botticelli made Venus birth in the sea, in a shell blown by Zéfiro, this text intends to make Atégina birth from a Druida’s magic , blown by letters and sense of who wrote the story
The Set
This common place, where we are what we desire, where the set changes only of imagination, is the place of meetings, is the place of peace and feelings, where all senses are accurate and all feelings are allowed, no judgement.
Today is a mist morning, through the forest trees, here are you and me, and we just share the reality of who we are with each other. Based on it, we let the words we feel flow, as if it were a song that dance in our ears.
This poetic is perfect at the moment of creation, in this vacant space of the imagination where we allow ourselves to enter and create, create not only the illusion but above all a place where no one can disturb us, where it is possible to love without restrictions and feel without fear of being analytically observed by others. Today, here, we birth to the word, you goddess and me, only a illusionist that of the white paper did clouds, sky and earth, trees and forests, seasons like spring. Today here I wait for you and you arrived wrapped in mist of this morning, to show you not only words, but above all, feel like a goddness, woman and female.
Here, now, at this moment, we become aware, rise and ascend into this world that is just made of us, and for us it was only imagined
First Act
Amairgin
Some day you will know me in the fullness of letters, in the feelings, in the thoughts, in those moments when I got away from the body, do myself wings in the wind, someday I will visit you in dreams, I will listen to you and will speak with you with the voice from your own crying, in this day you will know who I am, and why I am, and because we are similar, stones from the same arch supporting the ceiling.
Atégina
We are from the same material, from the same dreams, the same desires and feelings...In this day I will Know, no doubt, that we are part of the same. In this day, you will Know who I am, beyond word, beyond masks. You will Know in myself, yourself, you will feel on you, mine feelings. We are from the same material, ethereal and corporeal, doesn't matter.
Amairgin
"You are dust, and to the dust, you will return" Genesis, 3:19
This is the true essence of our being, the matter which we are made, but the energy that we share is much bigger than the matter, which boils down to a grain of dust. This light that lives in you is the same that lives in me, so some day we will meet in our Shangri-La
Atégina
Yes, some day...But until then a lot of dust I will be...My ligth doesn't shine so much yet. We must grow, evolve yet and much more. But some day. Yes, some day!
Amairgin
The soul evolves by steps, wich one, one live, further ahead, I will Konw your level, when I Know you deeper, n
ot as the sea, but as the ocean, but some day, some day, I will see you, eyes to eyes (of soul)
Atégina
Which one, one live. Doesn’t matter what is my level of evolution. The important is not to know where we are, but how we are. The perception, more and more certain, that we are improving, evolving, being more and more better peoples, soul, beings.
Amairgin
There are no coincidences. There are occurrences that happen when it have to be, when the wishes come together with Universe desires, united, plenary, in us.
Atégina
The best of all. The one that allows us to imagine, the one that gives us space to imagine, to clear our senses, to almost feel ...
Amairgin
The secret of word is to leave a space between them, so that whoever reads them can fill this place with his imagination.
Atégina:
So simple...
Amairgin
My time is other, dilates in the spacing between the now and what was there behind and projects beyond the most expected horizon.
Atégina:
Me too...I am from this time too. In which gestures had more value and meaning than now, in which the words had more value.
Amairgin:
I keep your presence in the constancy of keep you on my soul, this way I can always feel the echo of your existence. I learn you more succinctly.
Atégina:
Succinctly.... Though stored in your Soul, it succinctly sounds superficial to me. I like to know the portions. All of which portion. And you define the portion to give to me...
A little bit, all days, in which new theme, in which a new sharing...
portions of you, that I keep in me.
Amairgin:
Nothing of you is superficial to me, everything of you is deep to me, the proportion is significant, intense and everything but superficial.
Atégina:
In your significant proportion of my portion!
Second Act
Amairgin:
Good morning Atégina, I hope the night has been inspiring.
Atégina:
Good morning Amairgin. This night was fast and breve to me! But I hope that yours has been.
Amairgin:
The nights are to me iinconstant, some long and awakened, others fast and tumultuous in dreams and battles ... I no longer sleep in the sequence of linearity, rest in intervals, while I lie down and get up, while I visit the bed and listen to your weeping, and return to my body.
Atégina:
Reflection of mine ... I also rest at intervals and only when you tell me sleep. This was one of those nights when you visited me and protected your body, your soul, your rest. That's why it spent a thousandth time. As well as all the time that I spend with you.
Amairgin:
After all, the moon light is exactly the reflection of the sun shine, here in reverse roles, because you, woman, shine and I, man, reflect your light.
Atégina:
There was something inside me that told me you would be a pleasant surprise (as I mentioned yesterday). The truth is that I never thought that it would be so big, so special...
Thank you for sharing part of your life with me. Thank you.
I will have to call you “immortal” ...
Amairgin:
Why this farewell?
Are you going to replace me, or have you withheld immortality?
Atégina:
It’s not a farewell at all. I never say goodbye. Much less of who watches me sleep, rest and that makes me shine like you.
Amairgin:
What about my mortality?
Atégina:
How can I withheld your immortality? You will live forever in me, in memoty and in the soul, always. forever.
Atégina:
You will always my immortal!
I will dream with you while you watches me sleep. While you draw me the sweet and quiet face of a perfect rest.
Drawn me with colored coal of carmine and gold colors, the color of your essence, which is mine, and ours. Do not delay: the door is ajar
Amairgin:
I will be seat on the edge of your bed, caressing your hair, watching over your colorful dreams... Thus you will feel eternally, present, on the walls of your soul, as a picture, immaculate drawing of your body, your fire, carmine, gold ... I am coming!
Atégina:
My eyelids are already closing, with your approach. I'll feel you coming.
Calm me body, heart and soul ...
Third Act
Amairgin:
I hope your nigth hope that the night has been profitable in delicate dreams, in walks given by my hand, in your hand, on the trees of the forest of the times where the souls delight in the beauty of the company, of being together. Good morning Atégina... May your wake up have been smooth and quiet.
Atégina:
I wake up smooth and quiet, sweet and happy for your kiss on me. Delicate dreams. Delicate dreams in which by your hand I was guided, dreams of times without end, as endless is our only feeling, to share.
Good morning, immortal.
Amairgin:
In dreams of your days, I want to be the river that runs to your sea. I want to be the voice that makes you wake gently. In this wrapping, I want to hug your body, lie my mouth on your lips and in the silence port my body on yours.
Atégina:
I receive you without fear your arrive and wish that on my body you can rest and delight, that my smooth kiss you can relish. Make me your safe port, you anchor that makes you stay and always, always came back.
Amairgin:
I am like the sea waves, always in you, in your body come tumbling, caress, slide, like tepid water in a small rain that slides down your face, gentle and tender caress that with my fingers I make you. My sailboat in your port I moor, my anchor in the depth of your core I hold, holding the time, and making of this second not only a moment, but an eternity in you.
This is how the music feels, a whirlwind that stirs your body, that is born in you and makes you fly through space, bodies slide, in perfect harmony, you do not have to talk, look, just close your eyes and feel the rhythm ...Take your body, yours, mine, on tiptoe, as if you dream to walk on the clouds. It's an incredible feeling, I dance with my eyes closed, plunged into your hair, listening to your breath in my ear, feeling every curve of your body that fits perfectly in mine, the senses pass in the guess of the next step, in the swing of the bow that bodies describe before they even move, sit down and make love there through this enchanting rhythm that is music and dance.
Atégina:
How I like that you guide me, that take me in your arms, the bodies glued together in one another.
Let me fell, love me, fell you and love you in the to the rhythm of what music grows in us, among us ...
Amairgin:
This leaven adds to the senses, makes makes the heat of our bodies the destiny of the next step, the next dance that packs you, watches and loves you, as if it took our breath, as if our body burned in the desire for rhythm, compass, kiss ...
There is a word that we kepp inside, adorned with lights and shadows, songs and songs, lamentations, torments, roses and tears. It is a reflection in our smile, in our way of looking, in that brief moment when the countenance denounces our thoughts. Being is as important as feeling, as is deducing the place where we hold our present world so quietly. In your eyes I see all this, in the expression of a photo, in a smile ...
Atégina:
The clichés always have an irrefutable foundation: "The eyes are the mirror of the soul!".
Amairgin:
The shiver is a reflection of pleasure, but also of fear ...
There is a lost love, something hidden in you, that I do not yet care for, but that in time I will know how to read it.
Atégina:
Fear does not make me shiver, it makes me "butterflies in the stomach" ...
There's a lot in me. I have no lost loves: everyone h
ad their time, their height and I do not regret anything. They lasted what lasted, passed when they had to pass and made me grow, to be what I am today. For good and for less good.
There are no lost loves! Love, passion, these feelings make us believe, feel, live. And living is everything: to love, to suffer, to understand, to hate, to hurt ...
There are songs I hear every day. That they are "mine" because they only make me feel. Travel and plunge into an immensity of feelings that almost rip my soul out.
That, however much I try to express them, to describe them, to pass them to the paper, I can’t ... It always remains so short, so superficial ...
Amairgin:
May be will necessary reinvent new words, we should not give up to tell, to externalize the intensity of the soul, this is my daily challenge, I know that I can’t always, that I repeat myself, but I still try, because the success depends on the many errors.
I hope the day comes in which the commotion would be so strong that boot the soul and be lucky, hear the scream of the one who loves, as hopelessly as the one who feels, as the one who calls ...
Atégina:
No ... I lack the bases: reading and culture. I'm just banal and, yes, basic. Very basic.
(I call it my greatest secret.) And the secrets do not tell each other, they do not argue or argue: they guard.
Amairgin:
What you tell me will be always one confession, guarded eternally, religiously forgiven but let me tell you that the essence is a basic substance, it is not necessary be complex to be beautiful, it is not necessary paint the face to be wonderful. We just have to be, and this, believe, is basically what it takes, you have everything to be, whatever it takes.
Atégina:
And what you share with me always be mine and only mine, never condemned
or judgment.
Amairgin:
Do you think that I have doubt?