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Love Spell (o. .. what to do if you can not live without it)

Imagine you are in love with someone. The loved one is not for us, because it would not agree establish a relationship with us, or because it has ended the relationship (and frequent a particular case is when our family left us for a third party). We are suffering the worst disease that could occur in the realm of feelings, unrequited love (love ingratus ).

What can this situation? Maybe we can still try to dissuade the beloved of your intentions and vexatious "dejatorias": write poems or songs, send flowers with obsequious little notes, or other lavish gifts; touch serenades, trying to persuade her, bombarding it with calls, emails and sms, and because ultimately, emotional blackmail, threatening to commit suicide if we do not applicable (we be surprised at how many couples and marriages statistically have been or will have saved a break because one of the other members threatened to kill herself if he left, I know more than one case).

If all our efforts and determination are futile, it should implement some tricks to forget our love, on which Ovid spoke at length in his book Remedia amoris (Remedies against indifference "): we could redirect our energies into other activities, always trying to avoid idleness (which is what Freud called sublimate the sexual drive) or to land and through time (do not say distance is denial?) or think ill of the beloved and refine their flaws, to be encouraging for her hatred and resentment in ourselves.

Other resources that happen to me (but excludes Ovid recommendations) are: woo and seduce another person (you know: a dead king, king position), or get high or drunk to dull the pain. But in the end, if our condition is really extreme and desperate, if it is literally true that "can not live without it" *, the most consistent and worthy is ... yes, consummate suicidal threats, not to be of those who fake a shot and hide the hand is that there is no denying that there is nothing more elegant and romantic than a love suicide. The procedures for self-immolation have classic pedigree are varied (the method of Socrates, who is the hemlock, but worth every poison, a Turkish bath with bleeding, such as Seneca, or a dagger with which practiced a kind of harakiri, as Peto), but one quite appropriate in case of loving motivation would be left to die of starvation (To display a slow agony and colorful, and lead to further dent morale in the loved one, causing it).

However, at least from the standpoint of cultural tradition, suicide is more typical love jumping from a cliff or ravine, and according to legend, Sappho made from a cliff on the Greek island of Lefkada, when he could not endure the scorn of Phaon, and since then, in imitation of her many lovers were desperate (by the way, for those unwilling or unable to afford a trip to the Ionian island, suggest three suitable sites in southern Spain : the viewpoint of Vejer de la Frontera (Cádiz) the block of Ronda (Malaga), or a cliff in the Algarve Portuguese). Indeed, the modernist painter Gustave Moreau (1826-1898) was haunted by the suicide of Sappho, to the point where he painted the episode in several stages (Sappho overlooking the precipice in free fall Sappho, Sappho and folded). Take for example this painting entitled La mort de Sappho :



is also true that before getting to that end, we should try a procedure that many Greeks and Romans considered effective: the magic (although Ovid deter this practice in Remedia amoris). Many Greeks and Romans practiced witchcraft, spells and charms, to win a love dish. We have documentation of this in Greek and Latin (of which no documentation is whether or not they were effective in achieving its objectives).

For example, a certain Felix wants to win the love of such a Veti. Adjures the infernal deities, so that they instill love for him in Veti, registering the spell on a tablet of lead. The Latin text is gaps (and also with spelling and grammar) and the translation that I offer only approximate:
commenda Ope ... hell ut non ... contemnere me, sed quem faciated quodcumque Desidero peperites Optatus Vetti, adiubantibus enim vobis ut amoris mei causa non dormiat, non cebum non escam accipere possit. [...] obligo Vettie [quam] peperit Optata sensum sapientiam et intellectum et voluntantem, ut amet me Felicem quem peperit Fructa ex ha die ex hac ora, ut obliviscatur patris et matris et propinquorum suorum et amicorum omnium et aliorum virorum amoris mei autem Felicem quem peperit Fructa, Vettia quem peperit Optata solum me in mente habeat... dormiens vigilans uratur frigat... ardeat Vettia quam peperit Optata... amoris et desideri mei.

Con este rito os conjuro, dioses infernales, a que no consintáis que me desdeñe, sino que haga lo que yo ansío Vetia, a la que parió Optata; a que, gracias efectivamente a vuestra ayuda, no duerma por causa de mi amor, can not ingest food or food. Alienate, Veti, which bore elective subject, the sense, prudence, mind and will, to love me, Felix, who gave birth Fructo, from this day and from this hour to forget his father and mother and their relatives and friends and the other men, for love of me, Felix, who bore Fructo. That Veti, who bore Optatus, just me in your mind, sleeping or awake, and shall burn, freeze, burn Veti, which bore Optatus, love and desire for me.
This is a real magic, but have also been preserved literary versions of these spells of love (carmina amoris). For ejemplo, el Idilio II de Teócrito, donde Simeta, locamente enamorada de Delfis, pronuncia un elaborado ensalmo para atraer su amor. O la égloga VIII de Virgilio, donde Alfesibeo hace lo propio para recuperar el favor del jovencito Dafnis. Copio aquí sólo un extracto de este segundo poema (no se pierdan la belleza del símil de la vaca):

ducite ab urbe domum, mea carmina, ducite Daphnim.
Necte tribus nodis ternos, Amarylli, colores;
necte, Amarylli, modo et «Veneris» dic «vincula necto».
ducite ab urbe domum, mea carmina, ducite Daphnim.
Limus ut hic durescit et haec ut cera liquescit
uno eodemque igni, sic nostro Daphnis amore.
sparge molam et fragilis incende bitumine lauros.
Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in Daphnide laurum.
ducite ab urbe domum, mea carmina, ducite Daphnim.
Talis amor Daphnim, qualis cum fessa iuvencum
per nemora atque altos quaerendo bucula lucos,
propter aquae rivum, viridi procumbit in ulva,
perdita, nec serae meminit decedere nocti,
talis amor teneat, nec sit mihi cura mederi.
ducite ab urbe domum, mea carmina, ducite Daphnim.
(Virgilio, Églogas 8.72-90)

Traed de la ciudad a casa, traed, ensalmos míos, a Dafnis.
Ata tres hilos de colores distintos con tres nudos, Amarílide;
átalos, Amarílide, and say only: "I'm tying the bonds of Venus." City
Bring home, bring, my spells, Daphnis.
Like this clay hardens and the wax melts
at the hands of one and the same fire, and Dafnis suffer for my love.
Spread flour and crispy bitumen comprises bay leaves
the evil Daphnis burns me, as I hug the bay by Daphnis. City
Bring home, bring, my spells, Daphnis.
That this love it holds to Daphnis as when a dead cow
to seek to steer by groves and forests grown faint
falls along a river, next to the green egg,
lost and can not remember back to the fall night,
that it possesses such a love and I do not worry I take care of it. City
Bring home, bring, my spells, Daphnis.
Finally, I found these spells of love with contemporary life, but as real magic rites (not know), at least as poetic reasons (and that's the reason why I have written this post because the subject is present). Luis Garcia Montero (Granada, 1958) has written a modern version of the motif of love magic in this one (the book separate rooms , 1994):

SONG OF WITCHCRAFT

partner Lord, Lord of the night, let

turn his face who would not look at me.

Let your eyes look me

sustained and blue behind the bar.


ask my name and asking me
slowly approaching snuff.

If you prefer to stay,
make everyone leave this bar
and depopulation

to leave us alone with the song slower.

If you decide to leave,

the moon has its light on our kiss
and that the streets know
also leave us alone.

partner Lord, Lord of the night,
do not
cock crow about buildings,
delaying the day and last


your shadows long enough.

The time it took to decide.
So you know the readers of this blog : If you suffer from lack of love and have lost hope, as a last resort do not lose anything by trying a spell love (worth the Latin text above, Felix, substituting the names of subject and his beloved), and you tell me if it is effective or not. Always preferable to apply the Socratic method or sapphic. I say.

* I borrow the phrase of the blog If you can not live without me ... How come still not you dead? (Thanks, Eva).

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