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Ladataan... Our Lady of Guadalupe (vuoden 1998 painos)Tekijä: Francisco Serrano
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Kirjaudu LibraryThingiin nähdäksesi, pidätkö tästä kirjasta vai et. Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. Beautiful pop up illustrations ( ) 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. näyttää 2/2 ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
Over 20,000 copies sold! Our Lady of Guadalupe is the most important religious icon in the Americas. She is revered by Latinos in the United States who tattoo her image on their bodies, build altars to her in their homes and streets, and collect anything with her picture on it that they can get their hands on. This beautiful and lavish pop-up book tells her story and that of Juan Diego, to whom she appeared on a hill in Tepeyac (the site of a former Aztec goddess's temple). The story: The Virgin appears to Juan Diego and tells him that Tepeyac is the place where she would like her sacred house built, that she will love and help all who seek her there, and that he must relay this to the bishop. The bishop is not sure he believes Juan Diego, and asks him to return with a sign that this is true. But in the meantime Juan Diego's uncle falls gravely ill. On his way to find a priest for his uncle, Juan Diego runs past the hill, where the Virgin tells him that his uncle will be well again and to fill his cloak with flowers to show the bishop. When Juan Diego presents the flowers to the bishop, there is a beautiful image of the Virgin on the cloak. Eventually her church is built and the miraculous cloak is hung above the altar for millions of visitors to see. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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