{"id":4985,"date":"2021-05-28T06:14:00","date_gmt":"2021-05-28T07:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/?p=4985"},"modified":"2021-05-28T06:26:54","modified_gmt":"2021-05-28T07:26:54","slug":"686-the-atoms-juan-gil-albert-spain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/686-the-atoms-juan-gil-albert-spain\/","title":{"rendered":"685 | The Atoms | JUAN GIL-ALBERT, Spain"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The Atoms<\/strong><\/h2>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Homage to Mme. Curie<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

To live is the most intimate thing in the world.<\/p>\n

It is to feel on your skin that caress<\/p>\n

of the surrounding air. To be awake.<\/p>\n

Awake from death. To be alive.<\/p>\n

To have crossed the confines<\/p>\n

of nothingness and come to settle<\/p>\n

in this clement zone of space<\/p>\n

where illness is called life.<\/p>\n

Then to be alive. This preciousness,<\/p>\n

this palpitation, this unexpected,<\/p>\n

this ardor made dream, this disturbance<\/p>\n

of placidity. A song, a prayer.<\/p>\n

A delightful entertainment<\/p>\n

that we will never know at its time<\/p>\n

what it was, if it were, if it might have been.<\/p>\n

JUAN GIL-ALBERT<\/strong>, Spain (1906\u20131994)<\/p>\n

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Translation Germain Droogenbroodt \u2013 Stanley Barkan<\/span>
\nPainting by Riera i Arag\u00f3<\/strong>, Spain <\/span>
\nwww.rieraiarago.com<\/a><\/span>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

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Los \u00e1tomos \/\/ <\/strong>homenaje a Mme. Curie \/\/ <\/em>Vivir es lo m\u00e1s \u00edntimo del mundo. \/Es sentir en la piel esa caricia\/del aire circundante. Estar despierto. \/Despierto de la muerte. Estar en vivo. \/Haber atravesado los confines\/de la nada y venir a establecerse\/a esta zona clemente del espacio\/donde la enfermedad se llama vida. \/Ser entonces lo vivo. Lo precioso, \/esta palpitaci\u00f3n, inesperada, \/este ardor hecho sue\u00f1o, este trastorno\/de placidez, un canto, una plegaria. \/Un entretenimiento delicioso\/del que nunca sabremos a su hora\/que fue, si fue, si era, si habr\u00e1 sido.<\/span><\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

The Atoms<\/strong><\/h2>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Homage to Mme. Curie<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

To live is the most intimate thing in the world.<\/p>\n

It is to feel on your skin that caress<\/p>\n

of the surrounding air. To be awake.<\/p>\n

Awake from death. To be alive.<\/p>\n

To have crossed the confines<\/p>\n

of nothingness and come to settle<\/p>\n

in this clement zone of space<\/p>\n

where illness is called life.<\/p>\n

Then to be alive. This preciousness,<\/p>\n

this palpitation, this unexpected,<\/p>\n

this ardor made dream, this disturbance<\/p>\n

of placidity. A song, a prayer.<\/p>\n

A delightful entertainment<\/p>\n

that we will never know at its time<\/p>\n

what it was, if it were, if it might have been.<\/p>\n

JUAN GIL-ALBERT<\/strong>, Spain (1906\u20131994)<\/p>\n

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt \u2013 Stanley Barkan<\/span>
\nPainting by Riera i Arag\u00f3<\/strong>, Spain <\/span>
\nwww.rieraiarago.com<\/a><\/span>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Los \u00e1tomos \/\/ <\/strong>homenaje a Mme. Curie \/\/ <\/em>Vivir es lo m\u00e1s \u00edntimo del mundo. \/Es sentir en la piel esa caricia\/del aire circundante. Estar despierto. \/Despierto de la muerte. Estar en vivo. \/Haber atravesado los confines\/de la nada y venir a establecerse\/a esta zona clemente del espacio\/donde la enfermedad se llama vida. \/Ser entonces lo vivo. Lo precioso, \/esta palpitaci\u00f3n, inesperada, \/este ardor hecho sue\u00f1o, este trastorno\/de placidez, un canto, una plegaria. \/Un entretenimiento delicioso\/del que nunca sabremos a su hora\/que fue, si fue, si era, si habr\u00e1 sido.<\/span><\/p>\n

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  The Atoms \u00a0 Homage to Mme. Curie \u00a0 To live is the most intimate thing in the world. It is to feel on your skin that caress of the surrounding air. To be awake. Awake from death. To be alive. To have crossed the confines of nothingness and come to settle in this clement […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4986,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4985"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4985"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4985\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4998,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4985\/revisions\/4998"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4986"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4985"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4985"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4985"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}