La Llorona converted in the vagabond spirit of a woman carrying a child in the cuadril, alludes to his name because vague crying in the tracks. It is said that he never saw his face and cries of shame and remorse for what he did to his family. Those who have seen it say it's a woman and enlodada revolt, reddish eyes, clothes dirty and frayed. Carries in his arms bultico as a newborn child. Not bad for the people, but their complaints are causing terror and alaridos shouting to his son. The apparitions are verified in lonely places, from eight in the evening until five o'clock. His favorite sites are the streams, ponds and deep pools, where you get some chapaleo Ayesa and pitiful. They appear to men infidels, the perverse, the drunks, the players and finally, to all who walk urdiendo be evil. Tradition says that La Llorona demands of the people to help load the child to receive him escape punishment Llorona becoming the person they've received. During the civil war, he settled in the town of Las Palmas or purification, a General Command, where he concentrated people from different parts of the country. One of his masters, and that conduct is not recommended in the war was a fun adventure to vent their tragic past and the crime of assault, settled with his wife in this town, which left little time to continue the fight. His bereaved and abandoned woman was devoted to modistería not to starve while her husband was returning and ending the war. At the course of time people circulated the news of the death of Captain and the poor lady kept tight until mourning was provided with a soldier who was part of the battalion of recruits coming from the capital to the south, but in special circumstances, was delayed at that location a few weeks. A widow believes the allegations about her husband's death, believed at that finding a new love lenitive for his penalty, accepted the young and intimate with him. The days of madness and passion went flying again on seamstress was savoring abandonment, loneliness, poverty and sipping tears by the absence of their beloved. That adventurous left indelible footprints in the troubled woman, because a few days into their heartbeat felt the fruits of their love. The time passed without news of their beloved. The longing became tender to verify that it met all nine of its moons gestation. A battalion of soldiers returning from the south the same day as a seamstress gave birth to a child flacuchento and pale. That cartridge quiet and poor rejoiced with tears of the little one. The evening of that same day, came running to her house a neighbor friend to tell her husband that the captain had not died, because without fear of being wrong, you just see the body of troops arriving at the camp. In molested as time, that news was like to falter, not because of the case that just hours earlier had endured, and by the physical exhaustion as it was. Thousands of thoughts flowed to his fevered mind. I raise is determined by your bed. Ropón was placed a frayed over their shoulders, grabbed the baby, as well abrigó, grabbed him heavily against his chest to believe that it arrebatarían without closing the door and left the hut, running with difficulty. Headed by the trail shrub lined with dark and protected by the black cloak of night. Thick drops of rain began to fall, was still running, the dark clouds were denser, the storm was unleashed more anger. The light of lightning lit up the path it. The nature shook with death rattle. The insane cry. The streams rose, it overflowed. Upon completion of the village found the first stream, but because women did not see. Entered into the impetuous that the roll quickly. The waters roar. In his seemed perceived Roars estrepitosos the lament of a woman.
