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    Three Dreams of the World’S Creation & Soledad: Letters to My Daughter
    Three Dreams of the World’S Creation & Soledad: Letters to My Daughter
    Three Dreams of the World’S Creation & Soledad: Letters to My Daughter
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    Three Dreams of the World’S Creation & Soledad: Letters to My Daughter

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    Evoking epic poems of a long-gone age, Three Dreams of the Worlds Creation and Soledad: Letters to My Daughter presents a three-part novella in free verse that provides an interpretation of the beginning of mankind.

    Author juanantoio first addresses the creation of man and woman and their struggle for love and destiny against an ancient, selfish god. The second dream follows the story of guarionex, a taino chief who shapes the identity of his people and then makes first contact with Europeans. In the third dream, juanantoio introduces Maria, an upper west side Latina who is guided by the spirit of guarionex in her struggle with three angels who try to seduce her with love, power, and then destiny. Soledad: Letters to my daughter narrates a series of communications from a father separated from his daughter by time and distance.

    Filled with vivid and powerful imagery, the verse of Dreams of the Worlds Creation and Soledad: Letters to My Daughter speak to the themes of love, identity, man and woman, destruction, creation, time, and destiny.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAbbott Press
    Release dateMay 31, 2012
    ISBN9781458203878
    Three Dreams of the World’S Creation & Soledad: Letters to My Daughter
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    juanantoñio

    juanantoñio is a psychologist and psychoanalyst who has worked for nearly half a century in New York City. He has seen every type of goodness, evil, indifference, and despair in his practice. Now, he writes about it in his second book.

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      Three Dreams of the World’S Creation & Soledad - juanantoñio

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      Three Dreams of the World’s Creation and Soledad: Letters to My Daughter

      Copyright © 2012 by juanantoñio.

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      ISBN: 978-1-4582-0386-1 (sc)

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      Contents

      Three Dreams of the World’s Creation

      The First Dream:

      Part I

      Part II

      Part III

      Part IV

      Part V

      The Second Dream:

      Part I

      Part II

      Part III

      Part IV

      Part V

      Part VI

      Part VII

      The Third Dream:

      Epilogue

      Soledad: Letters To My Daughter

      Prologue

      Three Dreams of the World’s Creation

      The First Dream:

      a humble scribe’s tale of an ancient god

      Part I

      Beneath the earth, he opened first his eyes

      Mountain ranges fell to dust and void

      And countless times merged as rock, world and man

      Then past all time, word and deed

      To void again unchanged

      Frozen time in glacial form flowed sinking

      Into cradling holes before creation

      And toward its end dragging mountain boulders

      Across the face of imagined history

      Deeply scarring possibility

      And yet he climbed toward the light

      Made of flesh and form

      Which would give birth to humankind

      Granite leeching into bone

      Moving as rock and gas and water to eternal beat

      Dispersed, as fingers grasping emptiness

      Coalescing each in its own place as named

      Their pace not measured by human span or thought

      But by galaxies unhurried, birthing and dying

      He climbed, each step measuring a life

      A life sloughed off

      To start again, a step then death,

      Each death adding to the next, an endless once

      He died every man and woman

      Which would ever live and die

      These numbered all things that life contains

      Each mite, crawling, flying, swimming thing,

      Each blade of grass and grain of sand

      Until each step numbered countless lives

      With each sloughed life, there died all things

      And every word and act

      Unending climb in dark

      Light unknown but yearned

      Gave direction to his climb

      Past countless pits and halls

      Through narrow inclined paths

      Glimmering specks hushed the water rivulets

      That rushed eternal to where he had been

      Small points of light gave shape to a curving path

      With clouds of glowing light-made haze

      With silver flecks, brightly shining

      The word light was born

      Now spoken, now called by name

      Though yet again mountain ranges fell to dust

      And rose again before

      He entered the earth’s domed blue sky

      And walked among the living and dying things

      All grass and fruit

      He left no trace of his passing there

      For with each step, the grass

      Recomposed itself

      He felt a void and could find no path

      Nor one create

      Passing into the time of the sun and moon

      Of living things, of pain and loss

      Of death, regret and sin

      Of man’s thought, deed, and words

      Which all betray

      And so he bitterly exclaimed:

      Though now just born to light

      I feel the sins

      Of all unborn and yet to be

      I need to be of rock and darkness hewn to bear

      A weight as this, all things foreseen

      Not from godly sight but felt pain and loss

      What hand has torn me from

      The earth and water down below?

      Eternal life though in black night is better than

      This quicksilver time of soledad

      Cursed be this tyrant god

      Whose ends through my travails

      And pain will be revealed

      And yet the pain is small and easily borne, all loss

      And pain, regret, defiance but a grain of sand

      To this yearning void compared

      Part II

      In the darkest water’s depth

      The incandescent rocks made her body shine

      As a red dwarf pulsing star

      With mouth agape against the sinuous

      Current that gives nourishment to all

      The gliding creatures of the dense nutrient sea

      With graceful fins to maintain her place

      Facing the red glowing warmth

      No thought, stillness nor desire

      Swallowing the swirling sea

      The great weight strove to crush her

      The current’s filling flow held her

      Balanced between the crush and flow

      All creation birthing, dying

      Born again through her

      Until she craved the light

      Not knowing its kind or name

      Woman your name is spoken

      All life, all seed of life

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