ORange
Channel: Vivian Viridiana
Date: 2019-05-21

Sueños hermafroditas: Solve et Coagula presenta Orange.

Escrita, dirigida y producida por V. V. Lilu.

El naranjo/Orange 


7


When Aruma opened her eyes
She enters a bleak panorama
An Empty Plain
Stretched to the horizon, 
Just some dead trees
Springing out there and there 
"Twisted and begging like souls in depth Sorrow" 
Plus some pale, cracked rocks. 
The Air was poisonous, 
Dry and silent; 
A grayish powder covered everything.

.

Aruma
felt a deep shiver 
Traversing her spine 
From end to end,
Physical expression of panic
Which began to extend its claws 
Around her throat...
But in that right moment, she
Felt the furry and comforting body weight of Austra 
Caressing her hips and legs. 
She Turned her gaze towards her feline companion 
-Always so loving-
And when his eyes met 
With those other silvery, diaphanous eyes, 
she felt that her spirit was returning
And then the panic
turn out to be no more annoying than
The sting of a small mosquito. 
Aruma caressed the smooth chin of Austra, 
As he whispered in his ear: 
-Thank you, beautiful, you always know what to say. You'Re absolutely right, there's no point paralyzing us, let's continue our way.

7



Austra went onwards,
Opening the Way 
With her furry tail hanging in the air 
Eager to catch any possibility of sound. 
Aruma went after her
Smiling.
They Walked for many hours 
Or maybe just for a few seconds, 
But that barren wasteland
Seemed endless, 
Until unexpectedly
the Sharp feline 
seemed to detect a subtle aroma 
in the smelly air. 
Austra rushed behind the trail
With Aruma on her back.


At last 
Aruma understood 
The why of cheerful agitation of Austra 
When together they arrived 
At the foot of a leafy
and fertile orange tree. 
A Whole vision
that tree, 
A source of life 
– An Oasis! – 
In the midst of the abject nothingness. 
Aruma took an orange 
And I sniff it slowly, 
With great delight, 
While his companion 
Agilely climbed
to the highest branches 
of the wonderful tree.

El aroma de la naranja 
saturó dulcemente
los sentidos de Aruma, 
todo su cuerpo se estremeció de placer 
y su estómago le hizo saber 
de su apetito. 
Así fue que comprendió 
el propósito de este viaje preciso. 
Sin pensarlo más, 
se sentó cómodamente
a la sombra del naranjo
disfrutando inmensamente 
del cítrico sabor del fruto 
precioso 
y una vez que el fruto se volvió parte de su ser, 
posicionó sus manos sobre las rodillas y cerró los ojos…

The Scent of orange 
Saturated sweetly
The senses of Aruma, 
Her whole body quivered with pleasure 
And her stomach made him know 
of her appetite. 
So shee understood 
The purpose of this precise journey. 
Without thinking about it, 
she sat comfortably
In the shade of the orange tree.
Enjoying immensely 
The Citrus Flavor 
Of the Beautiful fruit 
And once the fruit became part of its being, 
she positioned his hands on her knees and closed her eyes...

Mil Lunas y mil Soles atravesaron el espacio, 
amaneció y anocheció en intervalos fugaces e infinitos, 
las estaciones llegaron y se marcharon una y otras veces,
la primavera siguió al invierno 
y el otoño presidio al verano en incontables espirales, 
la Tierra viva murió y renació en un ciclo sin fin. 
Nada estaba perdido.

A Thousand Moons and a thousand Suns traversed the space, 
Dawned and got dark in fleeting and infinite intervals, 
The seasons came and went on and off,
Spring followed the winter 
And the autumn proceed the summer in countless spirals, 
The living Earth died and was reborn in an endless cycle. 
Nothing was lost.

Cuando Aruma reabrió sus ojos, 
Austra se encontraba maullando extasiada 
mientras perseguía, 
entre la yerba y las flores recién nacidas, 
a una flotilla de pequeñas mariposas blancas 
que saturaban el viento ululante y lozano, 
cargado de los sublimes aromas 
de la abundante y rica vegetación. 
Una vez que las aves
comenzaron con sus bellos cantos matutinos,

Aruma se puso de pie, 
dispuesta a continuar su camino 
junto a la ronroneante Austra.

When Aruma re-opened her eyes, 
Austra was ecstatically meowing 
While chasing, 
Between the grass and the newborn flowers, 
a fleet of little white butterflies 
That saturated the howling and lustful wind, 
Loded with the sublime aromas 
of abundant and rich vegetation. 
Once the birds
began with their lovely morning chants,

Aruma stood up, 
Willing to continue their path 
Next to the vibrating Austra