Translation for "handkerchiefs" to spanish

Handkerchiefs

noun

• pa単uelo
• lienzo
• cubridora
• sobrecabeza

Translation examples

lienzo noun

To the astonishment of Huygens and the guard he crumpled his handkerchief, warmed it with a cigarette-lighter, and held it to the canvas for perhaps ninety seconds.
Ante el asombro de Huygens y el vigilante, arrugó su pañuelo, lo calentó con un encendedor de cigarrillos y lo sostuvo junto al lienzo unos noventa segundos.

The gentlemen from Bradford and Leeds cornering silk handkerchiefs in the tears in their eyes, twisting with an index finger, then blinking and watching.
Los caballeros de Bradford y Leeds enjugando las lágrimas de sus ojos con las puntas de los pañuelos de seda, retorciendo el lienzo con un índice, parpadeando y mirando.

Then he held him up so that he wouldn’t fall, took a clean handkerchief from the sleeve of his doublet and bandaged the gash in the man’s head as best he could.
Luego lo sostuvo para que no cayera, sacó un lienzo limpio de la manga de su jubón y le vendó lo mejor posible el refilón de la cabeza.

These men lean back in their chairs, pulling from their pockets silk, feathery handkerchiefs, and removing their glasses, pass the fine cloth sensuously back and forth, round and round, hard and then very softly touching the exquisite glass, holding them to the light and with rare, long fingers put them back over their eyes.
Estos hombres se recuestan en sus sillas, extraen de los bolsillos airosos pañuelos de seda, y se quitan los lentes, y con el lienzo fino frotan sensualmente, atrás y adelante, en redondo, tocando con fuerza y luego muy suavemente el vidrio exquisito, y lo ponen contra la luz y con dedos extraños y largos los devuelven a los ojos.

After I’d washed up the dishes, which had to be done carefully because of all the flies about, which would walk on the clean dishes if not covered up by a cloth, and leave their dirty flyspecks; and after I’d been outside to see how my laundry was drying, and had sprinkled the pocket-handkerchiefs and table napkins with water, to make them bleach out better;
Tras haber fregado los platos —una tarea que debía hacerse con mucho cuidado debido a la presencia de moscas que se posaban sobre los platos limpios y dejaban en ellos sus manchas si no los cubrías inmediatamente con un lienzo—, salí para ver cómo se iba secando la colada y rocié los pañuelos y las servilletas con agua para que se blanquearan mejor;

I set my knapsacks on the ground and took off my velvet doublet, not because as he thanked me he had smiled nor because I was touched by his singed sleeve and his smoke-reddened eyes, but because suddenly that anonymous soldier had made me realize that at times there are more important things than collecting booty, even if the latter can sometimes be worth a hundred times one’s yearly pay. So I took as deep a breath as I could, and, covering my mouth and nose with a handkerchief I extracted from my pouch, I ducked my head to avoid the sputtering beams that were threatening to collapse and ran blindly into the smoke. I pulled books from the flaming shelves until the heat became asphyxiating and the embers floating in the air burned my throat with every breath. Most of the books were ashes by now, dust that was not “enamored,” as it was in that beautiful and distant sonnet by don Francisco de Quevedo, but only a sad residue, all the hours of study, all the love, all the intelligence, all the lives that could have illuminated other lives now vanished.
Dejé mis alforjas en el suelo, me quité el jubón de terciopelo y fui tras él, no porque al darme las gracias hubiera sonreído, ni porque me enterneciesen su manga chamuscada y sus ojos enrojecidos por el humo; sino porque, de pronto, aquel soldado anónimo me había hecho entender que hay, a veces, cosas más importantes que hacerse con un botín. Aunque éste suponga, tal vez, cien veces tu paga de un año. Así que aspiré cuanto aire pude, y cubriéndome boca y nariz con el lienzo que saqué de mi faltriquera, agaché la cabeza para esquivar las vigas que chisporroteaban a punto de desplomarse y fui con ellos entre la humareda, cogiendo libros de los estantes en llamas, hasta que hubo un momento en que todo fue calor asfixiante, y pavesas flotando en el aire que quemaba las entrañas al respirar, y la mayor parte de los libros se había convertido en ceniza, en polvo que no era enamorado como en aquel bellísimo y tan lejano soneto de don Francisco de Quevedo, sino en triste residuo con el que se desmenuzaban y desaparecían tantas horas de estudio, tanto amor, tanta inteligencia, tantas vidas que podían haber iluminado otras vidas.

you will leap into the verbal future: a prescription, an obligation, a certainty?: a subjective mood in any case: without the assurance of the aorist tense, characteristic of historical statement, and its gleaming varnish of truth: adding yourself with a mere stroke of the pen to that small though smiling pleiad of airy utopian dreamers who since the Century of Enlightenment have attempted to rescue the grim land of your forefathers from its proud natural unreason?: to the eminent encyclopedists, promoters of agricultural and industrial development, members of prestigious corporations, virtuous citizens useful to the country who, following the number-one mastodon of your orthodoxy, candidly believed, with dovelike innocence, that merely by handing over deeds to farm land and setting up economic enterprises there would spring up artificial meadows, cotton manufactories, and trading companies, thus turning the deserts and uncultivated fields into edens where prosperity and abundance would reign?: idyllic dreams, bucolic illusions which, extended to all areas of social existence, gave rise to fantastic plans for education and communal life, modeled on Greco-Roman antiquity and completely alien to the hostile, teeming masses of a nation that was not only far more ignorant and brutish than most but also a past master at scornfully spurning the offerings of the native species of philanthropists: rustic aristocrats, pastoral monarchs, clever experimenters in the field of abstruse pneumatic machinery who were immortalized in etchings and canvases, posed against the background of a pleasing, prosperous, industrious Swiss landscape!: a utopia promptly ruined and as promptly reconstructed in the course of the bourgeois industrial revolution, as meanwhile in the stony and gloomy land there were repeated scenes of violence, captured or dreamed in a delirium by the great deaf painter, amid a sinister splendor of smoke and gunpowder, the prelude to other, now inextinguishable fires: a series of dark events which, by betraying all the bright hopes for the future, perhaps occasioned the outbreak of boils that so afflicted the most lucid spirit of the age: the author, as is well known, of rigorous scientific analyses which, although idle fantasy played no part whatsoever in them, were nonetheless to engender, by sheer paradox, those grandiose social constructs which history offers us as a model, in which the captains of two opposing camps, with juvenile, stubborn passion, hoist as the battle flags that flutter over their baggage trains the discoveries of Thomas More: humani nihil a me alienum puto: a rational creature, a perfectible being, a most lovable new man, a brain free of base necessities and instincts, simple, sociable, good, who continually advances along the rectilinear paths of order, progress, felicity!: as society and the individual cease to be antagonistic terms and pernicious individualism resolves into one unanimous, majestic social arpeggio: with chaste, wholesome Valkyries working side by side with tractors: the ear of grain that transforms itself into a song, a song that becomes an ear of grain: vast seas of blond wheat rippling in the wind, as though waving in time to a joyful military march!: happy couples of brilliant hydroelectric engineers, or a wife who is the manager of an ultramodern oil refinery and a husband who soars through the vastness of interstellar space, portrayed in the company of countless, eternally smiling progeny, staggered like the steps of a ladder: child after child with eyes opened wide, seemingly dazzled by a shining future, par l’avenir lumineux of a life plan sans bavures, the guarantee in its turn of an existence unmarred by cares and anxieties, where the vices and defects of the previous decadent society will never take root: no one will exploit anyone: love will be equivalent to a freely accepted contract: man will be a peaceful, harmonious, honest creature: the previous separation of the face and the ass abolished, a completed sublimatory process!: individuals without destructive drives, not subject to the tyranny of physiological laws, without spasms of violent erection!: a paradise that forbids duality and rejects dichotomy, snatches the bestial slave out of the dark pit of his activities that require a squatting position, and projects him to sublime heights of saccharine, pure, perfect whiteness: bodies that neither enjoy or are enjoyed, being deprived of the pitch-black hole and its infamous use: in the sweetly sentimental colored postcard of the present-day utopias without asses: a boundless sea of faces that laugh, sing, listen, recite the works of the leader, but neither fuck nor shit, neither couple nor excrete: blind in their inferior and most useful eye: shorn of the radically generic common denominator which makes men equal and denies their false hierarchy: a deceptive, fake eden, whose functioning necessarily presupposes those hidden and shameful holes, like those in Swiss cheese, through which, as in the kitchens and cellars of the middle class, the repressed breaks through and the banished ass takes its vengeance: asylums, cells, tortures, the vehicle of crude impulses which openly, generously find expression in the mephitic expansion of the common sewer ditch and its feverish, labored panting: defecation, sodomy, filth, attributes of the tortuous drain that permits and encourages the sage reconciliation!: not a homo sapiens separated from his dung, ordure, and stinking turds: the face and the ass equals, free and bare, the utopia of a complex world, without asepsis or concealment: a world in which the impudent, brazen curve that proclaims its vile relationship with obscene matter leaps from the old plantation yard to the supreme direction of the sugar factory: a paradise, yours, with an ass and a phallus, where a metaphor language subjects the object to the verb, and at last words, freed from their dungeons and chains, treacherous, elusive words, vibrate, dance, copulate, strip naked, and assume carnal form II without a guide or a tovaritch interpreter, you will enter the Plaza de la Revolución (a physical, physiological, anatomical, functional, circulatory, respiratory, et cetera, revolution, according to the visionary genius interned in the asylum of Rodez), and making your way through the thick, variegated human carpet that covers the vast square (an image captured dozens of times by the harmless camera of the paparazzo), you will approach (as though you were his double) the dais symbolizing the happy lot of those who have now gained their freedom take a good look at them: you will find that you recognize their faces: announcements over the radio, in newspapers, on television have brought them together in front of the improvised podium, and the urgent blare of loudspeakers summons those stragglers who have been dallying in the recreation and copulation centers of the suburbs to a privileged, direct witnessing of the portentous event: the tropical sun beats down on their heads and they shield themselves from it as best they can, with colored handkerchiefs and crude woven palm hats: mingling with them, the females fan themselves with feminine gestures, eternal coquettes despite the dust, the filth, and their now threadbare play clothes: comrades whose function it is to preserve order direct people to the last remaining empty spaces, and volunteer comrades of both sexes carefully inspect the podium decorated with tapestries and rugs where in all probability, when the hour has struck, the executive committee will appear
sALTARÁS al futuro verbal: prescripción, obligación, certidumbre?: modalidad subjetiva en cualquier caso: sin el aval de la tercera persona del aoristo propia de la enunciación histórica y su lustroso barniz de verdad: agregándote de un mero trazo de pluma a esa aunque parva risueña pléyade de soñadores utopistas y aéreos que desde el denigrado Siglo de las Luces intentaron rescatar el país torvo de tus ancestros de su orgullosa sinrazón natural?: a los egregios enciclopedistas, socios de corporaciones ilustradas, promotores del fomento agrícola y fabril, virtuosos ciudadanos útiles a la patria que, según el mastodonte titular de vuestra ortodoxia, creían cándidamente, y con simplicidad columbina, que con sólo repartir cartillas agrarias y fundar sociedades económicas iban a brotar, como por encanto, prados artificiales, manufacturas de algodón y compañías de comercio, trocándose en edenes los desiertos y eriales y reinando por doquiera la abundancia y prosperidad?: ensueños idílicos, ilusiones bucólicas que, extendidas a todos los ramos de la vida social, permitían fantasear exquisitos planes de educación y vida común conforme a modelos de la antigüedad grecorromana, ajenos del todo a la masa ingente y hostil de una nación no sólo ignorante y bruta como pocas sino adiestrada además a chotearse de las primicias de su humanidad filantrópica: aristócratas rústicos, monarcas pastores, sabios experimentadores de abstrusa maquinaria neumática inmortalizados en aguafuertes y lienzos sobre el fondo dichoso y honrado de un ameno paisaje suizo!: utopía tan pronto rota como reconstruida a lo largo de la revolución industrial burguesa mientras en el pétreo y hosco solar se sucedían los cuadros de violencia captados o delirados por el gran sordo en medio de un siniestro esplendor de pólvora y humo, preludio de nuevos y ya inextinguibles incendios: serie tenebrosa de acontecimientos que, desmintiendo toda previsible esperanza, ocasionaron quizás alguna de las crisis de forúnculos que tenazmente aquejaran al espíritu más lúcido de la época: autor, como es sabido, de análisis rigurosamente científicos que, aunque extraños a cualquier veleidad ensoñadora, iban a engendrar no obstante, por pura paradoja, esos grandiosos edificios sociales que la historia nos ofrece de modelo en donde capitanes de opuestos bagajes enarbolan las invenciones de Moro con juvenil, impenitente ardor: humani nihil a me alienum puto: criatura racional, ser perfectible, carísimo hombre nuevo, cerebro privado de bajas necesidades e instintos, sencillo, sociable, bueno, que avanza y avanza por los rectilíneos senderos del orden, el progreso, la felicidad!: cuando sociedad e individuo dejan de ser términos antagónicos y el dañino individualismo se funde en un arpegio social unánime, majestuoso: castas, saludables walkyrias afanándose junto a los tractores: espiga que se transforma en canto, canto que deviene espiga: densa marejada de rubio trigo descrinado por viento, como ondeando a los sones de jubilosa marcha militar!: parejas felices de brillantes ingenieros hidroeléctricos o esposa responsable de modernísimo complejo petroquímico y marido que surca los vastos espacios siderales, retratados en compañía de una prole escalonada y numerosa, siempre sonriente: niños y más niños de ojos grandes y como deslumbrados por un futuro esplendente, par l’avenir lumineux de un proyecto vital sans bavures, garante a su vez de una existencia desembarazada de ansiedades y angustias, donde los vicios y lacras de la anterior sociedad decadente no harán presa jamás: nadie explotará a nadie: amor equivaldrá a contrato libremente asumido: el hombre será un ser pacífico, armonioso, honesto: suprimida la anterior división entre la cara y el culo, proceso sublimatorio completo!: individuos sin pulsiones de destrucción, sin leyes de sumisión fisiológica, sin espasmos de erección violenta!: paraíso que veda la dualidad y rechaza la dicotomía, arrebata al esclavo bestial de la zanja de su actividad acuclillada y lo proyecta a sublimes alturas de blancura sacarina, perfecta: cuerpos ni gozadores ni gozados, privados del negrísimo horado y de su infame uso: en la meliflua postal en color de las presentes utopías sin culo: marea infinita de rostros que ríen, cantan, escuchan, recitan las obras del jefe, pero no joden ni cagan, no empalman, no expelen: ciegos del ojo inferior y más útil: despojados del denominador común, radicalmente genérico, que iguala a los hombres y niega su jerarquía mendaz: edén engañoso, embustero, cuya marcha obligatoriamente supone aquellos ocultos y vergonzosos ojos de queso en que, como en las cocinas y sótanos de la burguesía, lo reprimido estalla y el culo expulsado se venga: asilos, celdas, torturas, vehículo de esas pulsiones groseras que abierta, generosamente se explayan en la mefítica expansión de la zanja y su febril y cuitado jadeo: defecación, sodomía, inmundicia, atributos de la tortuosa alcantarilla que permite y auspicia la sabia reconciliación!: no escindido homo sapiens con su estiércol, porquería y cochambre: cara y culo parejos, libres y descubiertos, utopía de un mundo complejo, sin asepsia ni ocultación: mundo en que la curva descarada, afrentosa, que pregona su vil parentesco con la inmunda materia, brinque de la antigua dotación del ingenio a la suprema dirección del batey: paraíso, el tuyo, con culo y con falo, donde un lenguaje-metáfora subyugue el objeto al verbo y, liberadas de sus mazmorras y grillos, las palabras al fin, las traidoras, esquivas palabras, vibren, dancen, copulen, se encueren y cobren cuerpo II