legend of the llorona

ESSAY ON THE LEGEND OF THE LLORONA

INTRODUCTION

There are countless stories throughout the world, The Legend of La Llorona, many countries like Mexico, Paraguay, Venezuela, Chile tell stories about La Llorona and Peru is no exception.

All agree that La Llorona is a young woman, of thin build, that murderer to his children, a broken heart; obviously the reasons and circumstances are peculiar to each country.

The legend of La Llorona is 100% Mexican and proud that prevailed from generation to generation since colonial times until today, the origin of the facts of this legend is unknown and with the passage of time are changing the versions but all agree in the same, a woman in white dress wandering along the banks of rivers and cemeteries, crying his sentence for committing the worst sin

Others say wearing a coat as black as night, and in desperation does not realize she is dead, while the lips escapes a permanent complaint "Oh, my children."

According to the extended version, the disturbing appearance corresponds to a woman who in life was killed or killed your child or children and went crazy trying to find their bodies or their souls.

With his face covered with a veil and weeping in the night fog Mexicans describe his ghost particular: La Llorona, the legendary character identified with an evil spirit, a lost soul or a goddess fall in disgrace.

The legend tells of a wandering spirit and agonizing regret that borders on the supernatural, which for more than five centuries has wandered a slow pace through the streets of the historic center of the capital. It is said that with his heartbreaking cry startles those who listen, and can even hypnotize men walking alone in the morning, awakening the next day without awareness of what happened.

The legends of La Llorona is national tradition, is part of our folklore and in Mexico, capital of the Republic, as in almost every city in the country, have a particular version of this legend. Often the facts of this character are developed in the vicinity of a river or a lake, or a rainy day; the fact is that there is water involved.

DEVELOPMENT

In the early seventeenth century existed in Mexico City a beautiful woman named Dona Susana Leyva and Borja whose extraordinary beauty had dazzled all young city that constantly courted and desired her love letters.

In those years came to these parts of the capital of New Spain, Don Gilberto Hernandez and Rubio Martinez and Nevarez, young handsome and elegant ancestry and noble lineage, Knight of the Order of Santiago who rode a black horse thoroughbred Dona Susana found precisely in the main square opposite the cathedral what is now the main square to admire the unique beauty gentleman Dona Susana dismounted and spread his cloak on the floor so she stepped on Susan.

The courtship was formalized but to warn Don Pedro de Leyva and Quirino father of the girl, severely rebuked conclusively forbidding any attempt to marry a pure-blood Spanish man, but the girl demanded the reasons of this prohibition, Don Pedro materialized to answer: "I have nothing to give explanations or give them to anybody, merely an order must meet":

Susana was madly in love with Don Gilberto, why he fled into the arms of their loved one dark, rainy night.

Outside the city the love built a country house, situated more or less in what is now cruising the streets and Regato Negrete, where he established his love nest with the lovely lady.

Time passed and soon the couple had three sons who were the charm of the mother, who frequently asked Don Gilberto legalize marital union to be able to name their three sons, Don Gilberto as the only answer, but gave him a kiss Susana and put into his hands some gold coins

One Sunday when the woman went to mass at the main temple of the city after the gospel heard the banns, in which the priest in a quiet voice said:

The noble lady Marcela Jimenez de Alanis and Ballesteros proposed marriage with Don Gilberto Hernandez and Rubio Martinez and Nevarez, Knight of the Order of Santiago and judge of the Inquisition.

Susan did not believe his ears while all eyes of the audience focused on him and whispers mockingly pointed in the choir.

Leaving the temple took a car and drive it ordered the driver to Don Gilbert, located at that time more or less in what is now Hidalgo Street between Pine and February 5.

Betrayal not only claimed that he asked her not to leave their children to continue supporting those who were of his blood.

The man said, do not ever bump into on my way, you are unworthy of my race, you are a mixed race daughter of an Indian undesirable, your father was wrong to give the name that does not deserve it, hit him with the heavy boot, when the woman held him prostrate on his knees imploring leg protection.

Two Sundays later, when Mr. Gilbert was married with all elegance and solemnity, at the precise moment when the priest asked the parties to express their desire for marriage, an elegant lady quietly approached the couple and pretending that attempted the loop, repeatedly buried a sharp knife on the chest and back of the groom and the bride, who fell on the floor covered in blood.

The woman slipped through the confused crowd, left the temple and ran wildly down the street to get home by both the bitterness of despair, as he knew what was coming before the tribunal of the Inquisition, Dona Susana arrived home , took his three children before being apprehended by the sheriff and his men ran trying to hide from justice.

Not much advanced when he reached the mighty stream and then to see that the pursuers reached the crazed woman slew their children, threw them into the river and burying the dagger in the heart quintuple ended the tragedy.

The entire city fell silent for what happened and at dusk that evening May the terrifying cry was heard:

Aaaaayyy!Aaaaayyy!Hijooooos miiiis!Where are my children?!Aaaaayyy!

The cry ran through the street now known Negrete and since that time more than two centuries was called street of La Llorona.

Since that day, he hears the cry full of pain of the young in the river where this happened. After Mexico was established, a curfew began at eleven o'clock at night and nobody could leave. It is since then that say listen.