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By: Christian Barreda Huerta

and Gianfranco Fernandez Ruiz
My Experience wore a loin cloth
And called itself Xitlali
It played the bagpipes
Before the war before the rain
It makes sugar skull candies to celebrate its dead
And works the rice terraces of Banaue
My experience eats that same rice
With sliced banana and fried egg
The yolk breaks and spills
Crimson, it declares:
I am Maganda
It repeats
I am Saol
It repeats
I am Xitlalia and I wear a loin cloth
My experience is to be seen
Untranslated, unclothed, unmistakable
Attempt to translate
The bagpipes will sound
Before the war. Before the rain.

My Experience wore a loin
cloth and called itself
Xitlali

It played the bagpipes
Before the war, before the
rain
It makes sugar
skull candies
To celebrate its dead

And works the rice
terraces of Banaue

My Experience eats that
SAME RICE with sliced
banana and fried egg
The yolk breaks and spills
Crimson
Why and how is this the
turning point?

I Am
Maganda
It Repeats
I
Am
Saol
It Repeats
I Am Xitlali
and I wear a
loin cloth
My experience is to be seen


Untranslated

Unclothed

Unmistakable
Attempt to translate

the bagpipes will sound

To start the WAR.

Before the RAIN.
What were the main themes of the poem?
Was there any resolve?
Who/what did Xitlali represent?

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