"Charles de Lint - Forests Of The Heart" - читать интересную книгу автора (De Lint Charles)stories. Por el reino de los suenos. It lives only in dreams and make-believe,тАЭ
тАЬYouтАЩve forgotten everything.тАЭ тАЬNo, I remember the same as you. Only I look at the stories she told us with the eyes of an adult. I know the difference between what is real and what is superstition.тАЭ Except it hadnтАЩt only been stories, Bettina wanted to say. тАЬI loved her, too,тАЭ Adelita went on. тАЬItтАЩs just ... think about it. The way she took us out into the desert. It was like she was trying to raise us as wild animals. What could Mama have been thinking?тАЭ тАЬThatтАЩs not it at allтАФтАЭ тАЬIтАЩll tell you this. Much as I love our mama, I wouldnтАЩt let her take Janette out into the desert for hours on end the way she let Abuela take us. In the heat of the day and ... how often did we go out in the middle of the night?тАЭ тАЬYou make it sound so wrong.тАЭ тАЬC├бlmate, Bettina. I know we survived. We were children. To us it was simply fun. But think of what could have happened to usтАФtwo children out alone in the desert with a crazy old woman.тАЭ тАЬShe was notтАФтАЭ тАЬNot in our eyes, no. But if we heard the story from another?тАЭ тАЬIt ... would seem strange,тАЭ Bettina had to admit. тАЬBut what we learnedтАФтАЭ тАЬWe could have learned those stories at her knee, sitting on the front stoop of our parentsтАЩ house.тАЭ тАЬAnd if they werenтАЩt simply stories?тАЭ тАЬ┬бQu boba eres! What? Cacti spirits and talking animals? The past and future, all mixed up with the present. What did she call it?тАЭ тАЬLa epoca del mito.тАЭ тАЬThatтАЩs right. Myth time. I named one of my gallery shows after it. Do you remember?тАЭ тАЬI remember.тАЭ It had been a wonderful show. La Gata Verde had been transformed into a dreamscape that was closer to with primary colors, depicted los santos and desert spirits and the Virgin as seen by those whoтАЩd come to her from a different tradition than that put forth by the papal authority in Rome. There had been Hopi kachinasтАФthe Storyteller, Crow Woman, clowns, deer dancersтАФand tiny, carved Zuni fetishes. Wall hangings rich with allegorical representations of Indio and Mexican folklore. And Bet-tinaтАЩs favorite: a collection of sculptures by the Bisbee artist, John EarlyтАФsurreal figures of gray, fired clay, decorated with strips of colored cloth and hung with threaded beads and shells and spiraling braids of copper and silver filament. The sculptures twisted and bent like smoke-people frozen in their dancing, captured in mid-step as they rose up from the fire. She had stood in the center of the gallery the night before the opening of the show and turned slowly around, drinking it all in, pulse drumming in time to the resonance that arose from the art that surrounded her. For one who didnтАЩt believe, Adelita had still somehow managed to gather together a show that truly seemed to represent their grandmotherтАЩs description of a moment stolen from la epoca del mito. тАЬNot everything in the world relates to art,тАЭ Bettina said now into the phone. тАЬNo. But perhaps it should. Art is what sets us apart from the animals.тАЭ Bettina couldnтАЩt continue the conversation. At times like this, it was as though they spoke two different languages, where the same word in one meant something else entirely in the other. тАЬItтАЩs late,тАЭ she said. тАЬI should go.тАЭ тАЬPerdona,Bettina. I didnтАЩt mean to make you angry.тАЭ She wasnтАЩt angry, Bettina thought. She was sad. But she knew her sister wouldnтАЩt understand that either. тАЬI know,тАЭ she said. тАЬGive my love to Chuy and Janette.тАЭ тАЬSi. Vaya con Dios.тАЭ And if He will not have me? Bettina thought. For when all was said and done, God was a man, and she had never fared well in the world of men. It was easier to live in la epoca del mito of her abuela. In myth time, all were equal. People, animals, plants, the earth itself. As all times were equal and existed simultaneously. |
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