The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.
Rudolfo AnayaMots clés beauty fish me orange golden bless anaya carp rudolfo ultima
Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.
Rudolfo AnayaMots clés beauty childhood mystery me river bless anaya rudolfo ultima llano
I had been afraid of the awful presence of the river, which was the soul of the river, but through her [Ultima] I learned that my spirit shared in the spirit of all things.
Rudolfo AnayaMots clés soul spirit presence me river bless anaya rudolfo ultima
The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.
Rudolfo AnayaMots clés men sun moon good me bless rudolfo ultima llano anya
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