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Ancient literature has bequeathed us several versions about the birth of Hephaestus. According to Hesiod, Hera begot this god alone as revenge for the peculiar birth of Athena from the head of Zeus. However, Homer on occasion cites Hephaestus as the son of Zeus. Whether or not he was the son of the father of the gods, little Hephaestus was born deformed, without the characteristic beauty that adorned the rest of the deities.
According to one version, to get rid of that disgusting creature, Hera threw the child from the top of Olympus. Little Hephaestus fell for several days until it hit the surface of the sea, where the nereids collected him. They raised him on the island of Lemnos, one of the most important cult centers of antiquity being the place where the young Hephaestus learned the techniques of craftsmanship, art in which he became the absolute master. The fall, therefore, did not bring death to the little god, but it left in him a sequel for life: a characteristic limp that prevented him from walking normally and that made his appearance even more shady. There are, however, other versions about the fall of Hephaestus from Olympus. According to these versions, it was not Hera, but Zeus, who threw the god from the sacred mountain as punishment, either for having participated together with his mother in a conspiracy to overthrow the king of the gods, or for having freed her from captivity after a fight with her husband.
About Juliediela Hermoso Correa
I currently identify with this Canticle:
"Come over here," some with sweet eyes tell me,
and they extend their arms to me, sure
that it would be good for me to hear them
when they say "Come here!"
I look at them with exhausted eyes
(there are, in my eyes, ironies and fatigue)
and I cross my arms
and I never go there ...
My glory is this:
Create dehumanity!
Do not accompany anyone.
-I live with the same indifference
with which I tore my mother's belly.
No, I'm not going around! I'm just going where
They take my own steps ...
If what I want to know, none of you answers me,
Why do they repeat "Come over here"?
I prefer to slip through muddy alleyways,
remove the winds
like rags, drag your bloody feet,
to go out there ...
If I came to the world, it was
to deflower virgin forests
and draw my own feet in the unexplored sand!
The rest I do is worth nothing.
How, then, will you be
those who give me impulses, tools and courage
to tear down my obstacles? ...
In his veins runs the ancient blood of the grandparents
and love the easy things!
I love the Mirage and the Distant,
I love the abysses, the torrents, the deserts ...
Platform! You have streets,
they have gardens, they have pots,
they have homelands, they have roofs,
and they have rules and treaties and sages and philosophers.
I have my Madness!
I pick her up, like a torch, let her burn in the dark night,
and I feel blood and foam and chants on the lips ...
God and the Devil are the ones who guide me, nobody else.
Everyone had a father, everyone had a mother,
but I, that I do not start or conclude,
I was born of the love between God and the Devil.
Oh, may no one give me pious intentions!
Nobody ask me for definitions!
Nobody tell me "Come here!"
My life is a gale that broke loose.
It is a wave that has risen.
And one more atom that is animated ...
I do not know where I'm going,
I do not know where I'm going,
- I know I do not go there!
José Regio