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    Farewell of the Circus
    Farewell of the Circus
    Farewell of the Circus
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    Farewell of the Circus

    By Laura Granada

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    With a broad stroke of honesty and lightness of mind, Laura Granada delivers one of her most honest and raw works yet. As with all of her work, what the reader finds in these pages involve pains of the past mixed with gratitude for lessons and hope for the present and future.

     

    She questions all the madness around us, reflecting on the illusory nature of the mundane as well as the grandiose paths we find ourselves on. Puppet masters abound. We walk through a performative society, where critical thinking is drowned by noise. Nevertheless, she reflects on lessons from the show, because the show continues...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLaura Granada
    Release dateSep 5, 2023
    ISBN9798223269113
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      Book preview

      Farewell of the Circus - Laura Granada

      Copyright © 2023 by Laura Granada

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      "The first glance of a soul

       not yet aware of itself is like dawn. 

      It is awakening of something radiant  

      and unknown."

      "La primera mirada de un alma

      aún no consciente de sí misma es como el amanecer.

      Es el despertar de algo radiante.

      y desconocido."

      __ Victor Hugo

      Contents

      Childhood

      Butterfly

      Farewell of the Circus

      The Coo of the Moon

      The Day That Came

      February 17th

      The Gift

      The Gust

      Mon Père

      August 20th

      Rosas de Outono

      Despair

      Devouring

      The Dog Who Wanted to See the Sky

      Extermination

      Rain

      Saudade

      Nocturne

      Lost

      Saturday of Luminous Rays

      Infancia

      La Mariposa

      Despedida del Circo

      El Arrullo de la Luna

      El Día Que Vino

      17 de Febrero

      El Don

      El Soplo

      Mon Père

      20 de Agosto

      Rosas de Outono

      Des-Espero

      Devorando

      Erase un Perro Que Quiso Ver el Cielo

      Exterminio

      Lluvia

      Saudade

      Nocturno

      Perdida

      Sábado de Rayos Luminosos

      About the Author

      Also by Laura Granada

      The heat saturated the silence of the afternoon.

      The little girl in red found a body, 

      under the greenish blanket of the garden:

           a hummingbird assassinated by sunset.

      Between her little hands,

      the cold sensation

           of knowing oneself dead.

      An everlasting blue sky kissed the roofs of the town.

      Sheepskin thunderclouds plowing through

      the space and time.

      Flocks of blackbirds and tufts

      encouragingly proclaiming the start of the day.

      In the willow, a soft rustle,

      a slight snort,

      a crackle of heartbeat,

      a snap of silence.

      Today is a day to be born.

      The indecorous clowns march in the distance,

      toothless lions,

      lame dancers,

      revealed magicians.

      They depart now, laughter and comedy,

      life and resurrection.

      Joy and revelry vanish in terror,

      extravagance and debauchery.

      It flees then, the existence of my kisses,

      of your hug,

      of the tear,

      of the neighbor

      of my grandmother,

      of the stranger,

      of your dog.

      All must dissipate

      when the ruling hand is broken

      to the mournful puppets:

      The circus packs up today and is leaving town.

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