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Bevat de naam: FRANCISCO SERRANO

Bevat ook: F. Serrano (1)

Werken van Francisco Serrano

Our Lady of Guadalupe (1998) 30 exemplaren
24 Poetas Latinoamericanos (1997) 22 exemplaren
Libro de Job (2011) 3 exemplaren
La loquita frente al Mar (1990) 2 exemplaren
Prosa del popocatépetl (2006) 2 exemplaren
As Ruínas da Década 2 exemplaren

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Beautiful pop up illustrations
 
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SpanishDepartment | 1 andere bespreking | Jan 31, 2019 |

A real experience of magical realism, anyone? This actually is a true story of what happened to me some years back in Tijuana, Mexico. Some time following, I wrote this poem:

THE VISION

It happened in Tijuana
When I took the train down from San Diego
On the day off from my publishing meeting.

It was a cold, winter day and I wore only a light sweater.
After an hour of walking the narrow streets of Tijuana
Where vendors sold everything to tourists,
From leather jackets, peanuts and piñatas,
To ladies jeweled dresses and maracas
I began to feel feverish.

A few more minutes of walking
And I knew I had to act fast.
As a first step I bought
A wool red and white poncho
From a street vendor and asked him for the location
Of a church.
I figured a church was a good place to lie down,
And Mexico being a strong Catholic country
Would have many churches.
I wasn’t wrong.
The Mexican vendor pointed to the next street
And told me to turn right and go down three blocks.

Being Thursday I thought I’d have
The church all to myself.
Boy, was I wrong.
The church was jammed packed.
Mexicans not only filling the pews,
But Mexicans
Standing tight together all over the place.
Well, I had a fever and had to do what I had to do.
I squeezed through the crowd
Until my back was against a pillar.
I slid down the pillar so
My rump was on the floor,
Knees to my chest, back and head
Resting against the pillar.

Instantly I fell asleep.
After what must have been an hour
Covered in sweat, I slowly started coming out of sleep,
And could feel my fever breaking.
Still with my eyes closed and still mostly asleep,
I could hear singing
Sounding like the voices of angels.
I was so disoriented I thought I passed from my body.
So this is what the afterlife is like, I thought.
Still with my eyes closed
I saw the vision of a glowing goddess angel
Framed by angelic singing.

Slowly, very slowly, I started to open my eyes.
I could see the back of many legs.
I looked up and saw a white and gold ceiling.
It all came back to me:
I didn’t die after all,
I had a fever,
I entered this jam packed Mexican church.
I squeezed my way to this pillar,
I sat down and fell asleep.

I remained sitting.
Still listening to the music, remembering my
Vision of the gold and white goddess angel.

It felt good to sit and rest.
I couldn’t get over the packed Mexican church
On Thursday!
Mexican teenagers on their tiptoes,
Straining to get a glimpse of the priest;
Smiling, well-dressed young men handing out programs.
Men and woman packed next to one another.
And everybody so excited. What is all this?

After I rested some more,
I made my way to my feet and squeezed back
Out of the church and walked back down the street
To where I bought the poncho.
I asked the Mexican vendor
Why the church was so packed.
He said, “Today is a big celebration;
Today is the day the Virgin Mary
Appeared in Mexico
Today is the day of Our Lady of Guadalupe.”

I used my head and didn’t tell him about my vision.
For I reasoned that if I did all those excited Mexicans
Might nail me to a cross and parade me
Through their narrow streets,
Me of all people, a goofy non-Catholic gringo tourist,
Having a clear, ecstatic vision
Of their Lady of Guadalupe.
… (meer)
 
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GlennRussell | 1 andere bespreking | Feb 16, 2017 |
Nezahuakcoyolt was born in the city of Tezcoco, and the people from his village predicted that he was going to be a great man. When he was small, he attended school, and when he was older his father was killed in an ambush. Once his father was dead the prince was haunted by the king who ordered his father’s killing. Nezahuakcoyolt hid from place to place, but eventually he gained his kingdom back. Once he ruled his kingdom, he establishes rules, builds palaces, and helps the poor. He tries to convince the Aztec priest that human sacrifice is not the way that the Gods want to be worshiped, but the Aztec priest does not listen to him. He also wrote beautiful poems that expressed his feelings about Gods, his life, and his culture. His poems is what I enjoyed the most because they express the beliefs of a culture that has died. The book helped me learn a lot about the Aztec culture, and how sophisticated their culture was. For an activity for kids I would want students to write poems about Nezahuakcoyoly, and about the Aztec culture. I would try to make some of the handmade head crown that Nezahuakcoyolt has in the book, so that students can envision Nezahuakcoyolt.… (meer)
 
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memaldonado | Apr 19, 2015 |
A fascinating, handsomely illustrated portrait of an understandably controversial figure.
 
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Sullywriter | Apr 3, 2013 |

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