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Balún Canán

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Rosario Castellanos
Rosario Castellanos

Rosario Castellanos (May 25, 1925 – August 7, 1974) was a prominent Mexican poet, writer, and diplomat. She is celebrated for her profound exploration of female identity, social injustice, and indigenous cultures, making her a key figure in 20th-century Latin American literature. Born in Mexico City and raised in Chiapas, her works often reflect the complexities of Mexican society. She served as Mexico's ambassador to Israel until her death. Her notable works include the poetry collection 'The World's Destruction' and the novel 'Balún Canán,' which continue to be widely studied. more

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