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06 The moon


“Did you sleep well?”

I opened my eyes and I could see my master floating near my head. I make a little scream and my master began to laugh. “I’m not a monster —she said—, although you probably think that, don’t you?” I shook my head and blushed.

“But you did little girl —she continued—, don’t you remember? Cultivators can be monsters for normal people, and soon you will be one of these monsters. So don’t worry about it”.

Before, perhaps I could be scared, but now? After all the pain? Not, I was grateful to becoming a monster as my Master. Even so, I had a doubt.

“Master, you said that soon I will become a cultivator. I’m not already one? Do I need to do something more?”

“Yes, it’s time for you to know your master’s technique. As you remember, my technique is called ‘Using demons and gods alike’ it uses the yin and yang in a perfect equilibrium. So perfect that a small deviation could kill you and explode your soul. It’s a very dangerous technique, but also it’s one of the most powerful.

In general, all techniques use the yin and yang, but one more than the other. That’s good for these techniques because they don’t need balance. Why a fire technique would want more yin that is a cold energy? That’s illogical… for them. My technique use both at the same level, and because of the perfect balance it can defeat almost any technique in the world. No! All techniques! It’s the apex technique!”

My Master was talking with passion. I didn’t know if it was in fact the best technique in the world, but I trusted her words. I was about to be very powerful.

“Right now —she was still explaining—, you are full of yin, that’s not a problem because you have not learned my technique, but when you do, being full of only one type of energy can be fatal, remember that well.  But before I teach you that, first you need to know how to meditate. Meditation will be an important thing in your life, it will be the way to grow as a cultivator. It’s the easiest part of being one, but also the most important.

Sit down and close your eyes —she ordered me—. You have to be comfortable with the position you are using. Now, the important part is the breathing. When you breathe, you are circulating the energy through to all your body and your meridians. Right now you don’t feel anything because you are learning, but later you will be able to do it, and even correct deviation. Don’t try to force it, I will help you step by step”.

I try to meditate for hours, but I couldn’t fell anything. If not you been witness of my Master power, I could thought that she was a quack. She said that I had to try one, two or thousand time until I could feel it, and I felt stressed. I didn’t learn anything of that while I was with my parents. I didn’t learn any useful thing! I really hated them.

“Stop —she said—, what you are thinking about?”

I told her, and she reprimand me. She told me that I had to be in peace and only meditate. But I could do it, I had a lot of thoughts while trying to do it. A lot.

“You know, little girl? I’m your master, you have kowtowed to acknowledge me as such, I gave you a present, but I don’t know your name”.

That was true! I was ashamed. “Master, my name is Sun Yueling”.

“Sun? I know someone with a surname similar of that. I have not seeing him in a long time… Anyways, what do you think about your name? Do you like it?”

I was about to say yes, but I had to be honest with my master. “Master, I don’t care. I know that a name it’s important. I know that saying this is going against filial piety, but I don’t care about my parents at all, and even that name is a keepsake of their existences. I would prefer to have no name, if I have to choose.”

“Oh! That’s good! —she said—. Little girl, I will give you a new name. My name is Yue Fengliang, and you as my disciple will be called Yue Liang, and will be written as moon and bright. You will be the bright moon in a dark sky, always shinning even if all is darkness. This is my most important gift as your master. You will train, you will suffer, your body will be bloodied, but you will shine, Yue Liang!

I cried. I didn’t have any kind of words. I could think about anything. She gave me her surname! It was the most important gift I had ever received, even more important that the opportunity to be a cultivator. I was thankful, and I promised myself to always follow her, even if I had to go to hell for her.

Little I knew that would do exactly that, but that is another story. In that moment I only knew one thing, I would be the moon that she thought I was.

And I would shine like never before!

Problemas en la traducción: Los nombres propios


Introducción

Los nombres por sí solos son un conjunto de sílabas que sirven para nombrar a alguien o algo, si se le ve desde esa óptica fría, no tendrían más valor que un calzoncillo con hueco; pero los nombres son algo más que palabras, los nombres tienen una magia especial cuando se juntan con el ser. El ser humano se independiza del colectivo por su nombre, el nombre es parte de sí, y lo convierte en un ser único, en alguien especial. Y por eso mismo motivo el ser humano le pone nombres a los animales o a los objetos, porque quiere que sean tan únicos como él.

Y a pesar de esto los nombres es uno de los aspectos menos estudiados en la traducción y por ese mismo hecho muchas veces se traducen o cambian en algunas obras sin ton ni son. ¿Pero en qué se diferencia traducir un nombre de cambiarlo? En que en la traducción se intenta conservar el símbolo del nombre, pero con los cambios se usa el camino más rápido y simplemente se transpone un nombre nuevo sin relación con el original.

¿Y qué es el símbolo del nombre? Ese símbolo es lo que representa el nombre, no es lo mismo, por ejemplo, llamar a un perro pequinés “Chiquito” que llamarlo “Devorador”, lo que representa esos nombres son dos cosas diferentes, los símbolos son diferentes. Y con los nombres humanos pasa lo mismo, ríos de libros acerca de los nombres se ven cerca a los futuros padres que entienden –al menos inconscientemente- la importancia del nombre. Muchas veces los nombres se dan en honor al padre o al abuelo de uno de los futuros padres y eso es lo que simboliza la esperanza de que esa persona sea parecida al portador original del nombre.

¿Nos gustaría que nos cambiaran de nombre cuando llegásemos a otro país? Si alguien se va a Estado Unidos y se llama Pedro, ¿le gustaría que le llamarán Peter o, en el peor de los casos, Stone[1]? Dudo que a muchos les guste este cambio –a menos que tengan un alto grado de alienación-  así que ¿por qué algunos traductores lo hacen?

Es porque muchos traductores no le dan la debida importancia. Por este motivo en este trabajo deseo exponer una teoría preliminar acerca de la traducción, y evitar en lo posible el simple cambio de nombres, y de esta manera reivindicarlos.

Y por este motivo en este trabajo se van a explicar las tres acciones que un traductor puede elegir al momento de elegir el nombre adecuado y, además, los 6 factores fundamentales que se pueden utilizar para una mejor elección y de esta manera no cometer los errores  que mucho traductores han cometido en el momento de “bautizar” a los personajes en series de televisión, historietas, mangas e incluso libros, todos esos texto donde muchas veces el nombre es fundamental.


[1] Pedro viene del latín Petrus (piedra).

A partir de mañana


Es curioso como son las cosas de la vida, hace mucho mucho tiempo tenía una idea de una tesis de licenciatura. Todo empezó recordar un anime que me impactó y de ahí empezó una duda y surgió una idea. Luego comencé a escribir, analizando diferentes situaciones y llegando a ideas que para alguien casi recién ingresado a la universidad, era una genialidad. Por mucho tiempo escribí este ¿artículo? ¿ensayo? sinceramente, aún a pesar de los años no sé muy bien qué es, sin embargo seguía siendo la niña de mis ojos. Al empezar la tesis, luego de haber avanzado mucho más con mis escrito que ya era en ese momento un proyecto de investigación, la cruda realidad llegó a mí de manera terrible, como alguien que espera un vaso de Coca Cola y en vez de eso le dan Pepsi y para colmo light, horrible. Tuve que cambiar mi tesis, pues mis asesores no consideraban a la niña de mis ojos como apta para ser una tesis, así que tuve que ser buen robot y cambiar mi tesis a lo que la mayoría hace en el mundo de la traducción, al menos en mi universidad. Triste fin para algo que anhelé por mucho tiempo ¿no?

Sin embargo, ¡tengo un blog! ¡Tengo un fucking blog! ¿Por qué no mostrar mis ideas para que otros, sean traductores o no, lo lean? Mi idea no será digna de una tesis, pero al menos es digna de ser leída y entendida. Seguramente en algún momento modificaré mi trabajo para que sea una verdadera tesis aún si no la publico en universidad alguna, sinceramente, es lo que menos me importa, lo único que quiero es que la niña de mis ojos sea también la niña (o al menos la hijastra adorada) de otros. Por ese motivo comenzaré a publicar por partes (lo haría de un solo golpe, pero desgraciadamente hay un límite de palabras en el blog) la versión que escribí hace mucho tiempo, con ideas propias que si encontré a algún autor de prestigio que también hablara del tema es porque supongo que los genios piensan igual o algo así. En fin, empezaré a publicarlo de a pocos (me imagino que en máximo 4 posteos muere el payaso) para poder compartir e texto original que escribí en lo que se siente como una galaxia muy, muy lejana. Sin embargo, por ahora… ¡tendré que buscar el archivo! Sé que esta en algún lugar de mi pobre laptop, así que no me demoraré mucho en encontrarla, por tanto desde mañana empezaré a publicarla. No será poesía, pero para mí, a pesar del tiempo que ha pasado, sigue siendo mi primera obra de arte.

05 Using demons


“Yes, survive —said my Master calmly—, what do you expect? Do you really thought that this new step that you will take could be painless? No, there is no free meal in the world. This opportunity will allow you to have a body capable of cultivation, but it have to destroy the old, to create your chance. Now open your mouth, and prepare to change.”

I opened it, I already decided to follow her, so I had to follow her orders. The ball was hot, almost burn my tongue. “Swallow it”, my master order me and I did it.

At first it was hot, but nothing more, then… I yell. My whole body was in pain, like it was shattering from inside. I tried to move, but I couldn’t, the pain was paralyzing. I tried to yell again, but it was impossible, I couldn’t muster enough energy to do it. All was pain. Excruciating pain. My tears run through my face, almost like a river. It was in agony, I had never fell this torture in all my life. I could only think that she was in fact a demon that wanted to torture me. She use my naiveté and now was enjoying my torment. I wanted to see her face, but I could move a muscle. I couldn’t do anything. That was the end of my stupid life, and I deserved it for my stupidity.

So much pain! I could feel my blood boiling! It was no my imagination, I could hear the bubbles popping. My flesh was rotting, decaying. I saw how it was transforming in a fetid black goo. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it will pop out. “I want to die! —I thought— Kill me you damn witch!”

“This is the price for your transformation —the witch said—, you could succumb and die or be born anew. You have to endure if you want to live! It’s the only way! To live or to die, it’s your choice, it’s always your choice!”

It was so painful! I only wanted to live peacefully, why I had to suffer?! I didn’t care anymore, if it was my destiny to die, so be it. It was no worth it to suffer so much…

“Is this all what you can do? —the witch babble—. What about your revenge? It was not you who accepted me as your master because you want to revenge? All the fiery words that you was… where they are? Life is suffering, but also happiness. You only had suffer, but how about joy? Do you not want to have it? Is that all?”

My revenge? My revenge?! I was suffering and she could only think about my revenge!           My father never loved me, he always preferred my older brother and my younger sister. I was only the daughter of a concubine, never loved, always useful. He didn’t thought about me when he sell me, not even find me a husband but simply sell me! Like a mere slave! In his eyes, I was not worthy enough.

And my mother… my own mother! She didn’t defend me, she slapped me when I tried to oppose! “It’s necessary for the wellbeing of the family”, she said. I was her family! They were worthless parents! I wanted them to suffer as much as my damn siblings! Yes, those bastards. My dear brother that tied me, and my lovely sister that mocked me while I was crying. Yes! I want them to pay! I want all of them to suffer!

I shout damning them, it was so strong that I could fell the cave rumbling. The shout was so refreshing! It was marvelous!

“You have completed your transformation, congratulations.”

When I heard that, I turned to see the wi… my master. The pain was gone, and she was there, watching me, taking care of me.

I kowtowed. “Master, I’m shameless. You did had you promised, but I could only thought the worst about you. I’m not worthy of you been my master.”

She laughed. “Little girl, do you think I could feel your killing intent? But you don’t have to worry; there are not many people who could feel what you had fell without having these types of thoughts. Probably I would have do the same. After all, what I gave you was concentrated negative yin. That helped you to awaken the body of a cultivator, but it could give you negative emotions. That is part of my technique. The ‘using demons’ part. Later I will teach you how to control all that yin in order to improve your body.

But for now, you have to rest. There is still a long way for you to become a cultivator.»

She continued to talk, but I was so exhausted that I simply slept.

La sombra del cangrejo


Pocos pueden entender,
la sombra del cangrejo,
no el cangrejo en sí,
sino su sombra,
aterradora,
devastadora,
desgastadora,
una sombra que puede o no puede,
que cual gato de Schrödinger,
esta y no a la vez,
un maligno cuántico,
un miedo garrafal.
Mas si es solo una sombra pasajera,
o una triste verdad,
nada de eso importa,
pues la familia ahí estará
para enfrentarla juntos
o para vivir en paz.