Minnie Lizette Rivas - La Vida Es Un Sueno

La Vida
Es Un
Sueno Minnie Lizette Rivas AuthorHouse 1663 Liberty Drive Bloomington, IN 47403 www.authorhouse.com Phone: 1 (800) 839-8640 2015 MINNIE LIZETT RIVAS. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. Published by AuthorHouse 10/23/2015 ISBN: 978-1-5049-3411-4 (sc) ISBN: 978-1-5049-4768-8 (e) Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,
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The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. Contents When I first started doing research on dads poems I just wanted to get dads poems together On paper. I wanted to leave my three sons Edward, Mario Adam, Moroni and my future generations, the poems, the reason I say poems is because It is easier to say it, even though it might be prose or short stories, everybody calls them poems, after I got them together. I translated them then I decided to write a few Things about each poem, A song for each one too finally to write mom and dads story, La vida es un Sueno It has taken so many years to write it. Many times I have stopped and decided to just forget about it. But my sister Esther has been very instrumental in making me continue mom and dads story and to translate everything, first dads poems from Spanish to English and then my songs and poems from English to Spanish.

She would tell me off and I would tell her that for sure I will start on the story soon. She would tell me that she could get some one else in the family to finish the story but I told her they have to go through the headaches I have gone through. One day I decided that I needed to finish what I had started. I was at the very end of the story and the thought that I was almost finishing my project made me very eager to work harder. I want to tell a ballad of a man which has Already died but his beloved memory is Still with me today, Telesforo Rivas was his Name and a mystery he took to the grave. he was well known throughout The Texas Gulf Coast. he was well known throughout The Texas Gulf Coast.

Many people admired Him and some truly loved him. He spend half A century speaking of his love, every thing Which is precious he spoke of this in rythm, Yes he spoke of the flowers, love should never Be left out, I will not kneel to the gold it is not My God. It was after twelve in the afternoon When the news came of his death. His Family and friends received it real sad, we will Never again hear such a manly and tender voice. From the waves, down the shell roads of Palacios, I heard them go, The Night Winds went stalking, throughout the town they blow, November Winds bending everything with the cold, what say this night? Have you seen the old poet Telesforo, in shadows or by moonlight? We saw him walking down the pier to the tavern by the bay, He spoke to us with words of rhyme until he went his way, Down to the Sea went Telesforo, to the grey waves and shores, The Dark Sea, then may know why the old man is seen no more The soaring gulls cry, the sea roars and the wild waves crash From the wood docks to the wide Gulf the shrimp boats ever pass. What of the Fisherman? Thundering See, what secrets do you know? Has he joined the bones beneath your waves, did there go Telesforo? Though I sang of pearls and sunken ships of swift riches to claim He never left his free and simple life, and never to me came.

Telsforo! Telsforo! The Sea roars and sounds its thunder But you came not to the Siren Sea, nor do you lie there under. Through the grasslands the rolling River runs from spring to fall I asked of Telsforo Rivas and it sang a mournful madrigal. In a lonely room I heard his cry. There bitter grapes he sought His poetry and countless memories are all that He has got His daughters, son and wife so sad they laid him to his rest. And for awhile in sleep he lies, bourne upon earths breast Telsforo, poet of river and sea shall ever by them remain, his harp is where the olive tree grows, until tis by him reclaimed. Chapter 1

Our Ancestors I was very eager to finish Mom-Dads story but I decided to write something about our ancestors, they came to America from Spain, after Columbus discovered America in 1492, We dont know when the king of Spain gave them portions of land here in America and Mexico but our ancestors lost all they had in America because of the Guadalupe Hidalgo Rio Grand, Treaty they lost their land but they didnt lose the mineral rights to their portions of land.

Telesforo Rivas Sr and his wife Josephine lived in Refugio, Texas in 1800s later on his son Prudencio Rivas moved with all his family to Palacios Texas. We found this account in the 1850 cencis. I believe that someone told Prudencio that there was a lot of work in the fishing industry, In Palacios, Texas, My mothers father and brothers worked in the fishing industry also. Mom said that they went shopping in the fishing boats. There is another account in the history books in Spain that talk about a voyage taken by Rivas and Iuirarte, to the new territory called North America, this group landed in Matagorda, county and while they were scouting around the area they found the ship that La Salle and his company came in to their surprise, the ship was half way in the water and they never found any of the crew or Lasalle himself. After a while I dont know how long they went back to Spain and reported the tragic news to France, we found this in a magazine in Matagorda, county, this is all that I could find to my surprise I found out that the last name Rivas Iuirarte is one of my sons name but through the years the name became Quirarte instead of Iuirarte someone made a mistake in the spelling, I dont know where the mistake was made but I know that there are Many people that have the last name Rivas here in the United States, Central America South America, and Mexico.

Chapter 2

The Dream I had a dream between 1992 and 1994, This happened about ten years after I had been working on Mom And dads story, The dream I dram, I didnt understand. In the dream I was at moms house. She told me to go to a big old fashioned purse and get something out. When I got close to the Purse, I noticed that there were millions of little bugs on it they were every where Outside and inside, I told mom in a shocking voice, The purse is covered with bugs, To which she said very calmly, Dont be afraid they wont harm you, I did as she said, and to my surprize the bugs didnt bother me in any way, I got a gold coin out, I looked at it and told mom in a shocking voice mom, the coin has my picture on it, to which she replied again I know, When I woke up the next day, I thought about the dream that I dram during the night, but I didnt know what it meant? It wasnt very long after I had the dream that mom called me to ask me if I could help her look for some life insurance papers which were in some boxes and also in an old trunk from World War II, it belonged to one of my uncles that went to fight in the United States and Korean war, I decided to go visit mom one day after I got off work. Mom seemed happy to see me, and I was very happy to see her. She asked me how my three sons were doing? And I assured her that they were all fine.