“Hijo de la Luna” – “Child of the Moon”

Ο Γιος της Σελήνης: Το παραμύθι και το τραγούδι

 

Hijo de la Luna” (English: “Child of the Moon”) is a song written by José María Cano performed originally by the Spanish band Mecano with lead singer Ana Torroja.

The lyrics depict a Roma woman in love with a man of the Calé tribe, who prays to the Moon to marry him because a marriage between tribes was forbidden according to Romani laws. The Moon asks for the woman’s first-born as payment.

After the child is born, his parents are dismayed to see that his skin is the whitest white and his eyes are grey, even though they both have dark skin and dark eyes. The lyrics explain that the Continue reading

BREAKING POINT – Carlos Caicedo

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Ah! Paper! Along with the pencils, it’s becoming an endangered species. Future generations won’t get to experience the touch, the caresses with the eyes over the page, the pleasure of turning the paper at the sound of a good read, the instant magic of sketching. Call it nostalgia. Yes, it is…

A small yellow pencil finds itself hanging in danger from its own line.

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«Κατάρτι το μολύβι μου, το κείμενο φορτίο…»

Με τον καφέ στο χέρι κάθομαι και ξαφνικά συνειδητοποιώ πως μου λείπουν τα ασπρόμαυρα κύματα της χαρτοθάλασσας που υπήρχε επί πολλά χρόνια πάνω στο γραφείο. Και όχι μόνο εκεί, παντού στο σπίτι.

Τώρα τελευταία μου λείπει να γράφω με μολύβι σε χαρτί. Τα γραπτά μας πια πληκτρολογούνται σε ηλεκτρονικούς υπολογιστές κι οι γρήγορες σημειώσεις αποθηκεύονται στα κινητά. Continue reading

Chinese Women Once Had to Point Out Their Medical Troubles on Ivory Dolls

A jade diagnostic doll rests on a tiny embroidered throw. A jade diagnostic doll rests on a tiny embroidered throw. Jamie Rees/Courtesy Clendening History of Medicine Library & Museum, University of Kansas Medical Center

 

Often when a woman saw a doctor in 18th-century China, she wasn’t allowed to actually see him. Instead, she sat behind a curtain or bamboo screen, where she had to map out her pain on a body that wasn’t her own. Her hand, or that of a close female attendant, would poke through the drapes or screen, and gesture toward the naked body of an ivory doll. If the patient had difficulty breathing, she might run a finger along the doll’s curved chest. For menstrual pain, the smooth abdomen. For a headache, the bump of a bun. After studying these cryptic communications, the doctor would issue his diagnosis. Continue reading