“Rain knows the earth and loves it well, for rain is the passion of the earth. It is tears, joy, hope, melted into cool torrents that fall on the longing and the hunger of the earth in rigorous tenderness to give her life. How well it speaks of senses in cool excitement. The beginning of passion is a burst of flames. It's a culmination speaks of an open door unto light, a lucidity of life, more life, forever life.”
-Estela Portillo Trambley in Rain of Scorpions
“Real gods were never solemn, he kept telling himself, over and over again. The old wrath-beard of a god, the jealous god, the fearful god, the demanding god, they were only temporary creations of men's minds. The real gods laughed at little men's ways; the gods laughed at themselves. Somewhere in the tangle of old dead values was the sign of earth among the man-made gods of fear.”
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Estela Portillo Trambley was a pioneer in chicanx literature, a radio host, composer, activist, mother and an artist.
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Estela Portillo Trambley was a pioneer in chicanx literature, a radio host, composer, activist, mother and an artist.
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