The living guitar-playing gauchos. E-Book

Joel Franco Castillo Irupa

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Synopsis:
Job, the great patriotic gaucho from Palpalá, kolla and very much from Jujuy, fearing for the disappearance of his father, searches among his estates until he finds a will; the will tells Job the truth: all this time there existed a magical guitar that granted wishes to his father and he has to recover it. 

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Joel Franco Castillo Irupa

The living guitar-playing gauchos.

The little gaucho Job.

Translate from Spanish to English: I dedicate my book, my culture to all countries of every people, language, and nation. I sell what we are so that we all become one and have a single thought for the good of humanity.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The gauchos living guitars

Title of the work:

THE GAUCHOS, LIVING GUITARS.

Pseudonym (made by):

I'iov the Karaite.

CATEGORY: Worldviews: politics, culture and society.

Introduction and dedication:

I dedicate this work to be interpreted in a play, just as it was done in ancient times among the Greeks (although they did it in a way that honored Dionysus the god of wine , and in a sung manner, solemnly sung by the actors and the narrator ).

So that in the past it was only men who acted; and now, with more freedoms, I can say that people of all genders participate in it.

Therefore, everyone who knows the truth will not settle for just listening a little, but will pursue it to the end. So I reformulate my dedication: To the truth and only to the personified truth.

Song 1

SONG 1

(The gaucho Job finds a letter from his father, who undertook a long journey but never returned and prepares to read it. It is the testament of his father's life, which leaves him as an inheritance an exhortation to sing and to teach to sing the truths of life and that this, together with love, is what will lead him to peace and success; just as he had them in life.)

CHARACTERS:

Gaucho Job: (leader of the gauchos from Jujuy).

Rogelio: (Job's father).

Chorus (may or may not be part of the story, sometimes it's more like a spectator singing about what they see).

In an alternative history of the Argentine Republic, San Martín never existed and the only source of revolution (the one that was at the forefront of the battle) were the abundant Jujeño gauchos. The values and foundations of the next new nation, Argentina, would be affected, having other heroes: In which the gauchos stand out.

Today in Jujuy, in the city of Palpalá . Enter through Los Diques, the gaucho Job in a hurry and talking to himself.

— Job: Nobody is going to believe me, that I have found a letter from my father, among the family estates — he says as he carries the manuscript in his hand, until he reaches his payment —, this is what he wanted for me, and now that he is no longer with me, I am going to honor the deceased.

»— He goes into his hut, and begins to read the manuscript, which had actually been a poem, a cantata about life:

— Rogelio: It happened in the fields, where I finished my work every weekend, as a day laborer who is happy to earn his salary; I was happy like the happy birds that chirped every day that I went there.

» Thus I also began to sing, I sang to the sky, to the trees, to the stars I sang, I sang to the darkness of the mountain, which to my sound with its black cloak covered my guitar. I sang to the water, that when the sky cries in a good way (of happiness) it spread a beautiful bath to the trees where I sat down to sing and the earth rejoiced too.

» Every time I finished singing, I was not the only one to respond, every day the sky spoke to me of new shapes and colors; Whether it's a sad cloudy day or a happy sun, or whether it's stars, they seemed to tell me a story every night. Even the animals that, knowing my songs, would come closer and seem to tell me mysteries with their eyes, mysteries that only they represent. And even the soft wind, which from time to time walked through the forest, told me and taught me so many things that I didn't even know myself; and so far I'm still learning.

" But something has come to my ears, that just as the stranger must return to his homeland, so I too would see the black cloak cover my eyes, my blood dry up and I submerge myself in a sea of darkness forever, like the one who is going to sleep and dream black. When would I wake up? Like the one who goes to sleep and wakes up, and realizes that a long time has passed: so I also know what death is.

» But now, my seed, which came out of my interior. Just as the rotten apple drops its heart to the ground, I will sing to you the eternal and infallible truths of life; that if you also sing and do them, without adding anything or taking anything away, you will have life forever: Because long life is to serve parents.

»— The choir appears on stage while Rogelio continues reading his letter in silence — .

— Chorus: Today we are going to sing, what to sing? A dream song, the memories of a loving father, that fill the heart with sensations, what sensations? Sensations of emotions, things for which the heart can feel the sweet breath of good in summer, or the tragic events of an anti-hero in autumn.

» Whether it is autumn or summer, what can calm the heart is sometimes something simple: like a little water or a coat. These things have very strong symbolism, a deep story, within a simple story. Like the house that seems poor, but inside you find goods, riches and hidden rooms.

» This is how our songs are, full of love and wrapped within that love a unique secret that leads you to peace, which is honor.