Monday, September 22, 2008

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6.0 LITERATURE SHORT STORIES OF THE AZTECS


BALLGAME
Fatal J

Huemac uega the ball, plays with the gods of rain and earth. Tlaloque
I said: What do we get to play? Huemac
replies: - My jades, my quetzal plumage.
Then the gods said: - That's what you want: Our green precious stones, our quetzal feathers.
I play ball: Huemac the game won.
come the gods to change what they have to give Huemac: instead of quetzal feathers, give young ears of corn, instead of fine feathers, give ears with green leaf, which contain within. Huemac
refused to receive: - That's not what I bet! Were not jades?
Were not quetzal feathers? That
Strip off from here!
said the gods: - Well, give jades, give feathers. And they took their gifts and were carrying their treasures.
And along the way said: - For four years we hide our jewelry: hunger and distress have to suffer.
And so high that ice fell to the knee came, livelihoods were lost in the middle of summer and ice fell. And such was the heat of the sun to dry everything was:
trees, cacti, agaves, and even the rocks were rent bursting with the reverberation of the sun.


KINDLY RETURN

P roasted four years that hunger reigned in them, around the Hill of locusts (Chapultepec), came the rain gods. Where water runs. And the water was up a sweet corn; a living.
A Toltec who was there when that ear was eagerly pounced on it and took it and began to bite. Sale of water
God gives provisions (Tlaloc), and says
- Do you know what that is?
- Well I know, oh my god, but it's so long that we lost!
Sit and wait there, I'm going to talk with the king. He sank into the water and little water emerged bringing an armful of young ears. And he said
"Come on, man, take them and candles to give Huemac.

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