Guaraní legend the unloved son
fuente: http://pt.walls321.com/arte-arvores-pintura-igreja/ This is a sad story of my land, it is worthy of being told by the teaching that has background, stories like these are from amontones, teachings that were leaving our ancestors to help be a little better. The Caraû, is a bird well known here in my land gave rise to a beautiful legend.
The story tells of a very humble family, lived in the countryside, places where civilization never arrived, people accustomed to the theories of the field, there was no clock, this was calculated by the height of the sun and shadow on the ground floor, no There are lighthouses, candlelight, creek water, cooking with wood, charcoal iron, medicine only the home made of natural yuyos, if that does not make the people of the field lose their lives.
In this situation, this family lived, to make things worse the father of the family had died, leaving the mother alone with a young man named Carau, about 18 years old, fresh from the shell with a life ahead, a good-looking young man, those Sun-tanned moroccos of deep blue gringos eyes, those who are able to the guineas to stop and turn to look.
To bad luck of this boy the mother became ill, as usual in the countryside he was assisted with home medicine, have been going through the days and the medicine does not arise the desired effects, the boy understands that if he wants to save his mother he must leave for the capital In search of clinical remedy.
The boy left for the capital, but for his misfortune on the way he met a dancer, the mysterious music caught his attention, tempted by the rhythm of the chameleon he began to dance, he met a beautiful guaina I invite him to dance, I dance and I danced all night, I was so excited about the guaina and the call me that I forgot his sick mother.
While the caravan was dancing, a friend approached him and said, I come to tell you my friend to stop dancing with the pain in your soul I tell you your mother is deceased, he looks at his friend and I answer him.
What died and died, the dance I do not have to leave, there is time to cry, this comment surprised the inhabitants, this answer was an unknown behavior of the chicho, a very responsible person, home very close to his mother, said this continued with The dance, until dawn.
I invite the lady with whom I dance all night to continue the party in another side, she replied that the night is over, that she goes to her house that has the body of her mother to cry, there I come to reason and went To his house, arrived found the dead body of his mother and proceeded to the burial of the body, once buried his mother realized his loss, began to cry, wept and crying disconsolate, road disoriented by the woods and marshes of the place crying And crying without ceasing.
The Tupa punishment to the carau that prodigal son who preferred the pleasures of life before the life of his mother, turned him into a black bird of mourning and I condemn him to cry, hence his song of lament that says Caraû ... Caraû. .. Caraû ... from that day every day when falling the night is heard his song of lament Caraû ... Caraû ... Caraû ...
These are the lessons that were left behind by our ancestors, three of their legends to help to be a little better, in this case a better son, to value and respect our parents.
Fuente: http://www.identidad-cultural.com.ar/leernota.php?cn=27 Fuente: https://www.taringa.net/post/arte/14054522/Leyenda-El-Carau-Valorizando-lo-nuestro.html Fuente: http://solocorrientes.blogspot.com.ar/2010/02/leyenda-del-carau.html José Luis Corrientes Argentina