The cloudy clouds and the nature of the forest, sounds, cries, songs, relate mysterious things that always attract the attention of all visitors, but the curiosity of children is always inevitable. At a certain moment of the day, we remembered or lived together as a family and some children liked to hear stories of the great ones, others bored them and preferred to watch television. The phrase as easy as stealing a candy from a child is not always as easy as it is said, so it is easier to say than to do it. But, on the other hand, there are always interesting stories for all children and they always end up remembering: the blows of life. What I will relate is one of those blows, but blows of conscience. Those blows that leave you with reflection and imagination for at least 3 minutes.
My primary teachers used to take us to the riverbank, to the so-called "camaraderie" to which they still do it today: they tell us the same typical legends and myths that exist in the city. But there is one which I end up remembering word for word, which says ...
Of all the elementary schools in my city, I can not say that I went to the most interesting, but if the most motivating, on a certain date the primary teachers organized a group life. We had sandwiches, the cheapest was always fries, because nobody wanted to make sandwiches, and less if they were forgetful, so the easiest thing was salty sticks, cookies, canapes, cheeses ... it was not so much fun until the time came tell stories.
A girl named Elena, a very beautiful young woman, recognized by the inhabitants of my city in the 1900s, her ancestry was of humble and elderly shepherds. Her daily routine was to graze her cameros for the heights of Vinchos: at a given moment of the day, there was a puquial, in it Elena always combed her long hair, she did it with care, she treated each tuft with love.
However, his peaceful days, his boring routine, took an unexpected turn, no one thought of the terror that his fate had planned for him, not even in one of his nightmares.
One day, the young woman left her home to graze her sheep. She tried on all her clothes with great enthusiasm. He tried a lilac, did not like it. He tried another yellow color, he made her fat. Carefully tried pink, not convinced. He put his room upside down. He found old dresses and costumes. He looked suspiciously at the leaky dresses he already had. She even put on dresses that looked like t-shirts. He thought his hairstyle was the problem. He stood in front of the mirror. He observed his faults, but not his virtues. He saw in a corner of the mirror a picture of his mother, he wanted to go for it. With stealth, he went to his mother's room. She tried on the wedding dress and the result fascinated her. He did not think about his mother's feelings. He prepared to leave his house. The cold, dark night had come in leaps and bounds, Elena still did not appear. Her parents were concerned with the common expression "with Jesus in their mouths", they were overwhelmed and went out in search ... however, they never found her. Only the comb was left with a little hair.
I thought it sounded like an old adaptation of the shepherd Maria, but always added with a hoarse voice the words fatal and tozca voice IT IS SAYED THAT ON THE NIGHTS OF FULL MOON, THE YOUNG ELENA SINGS AND COMES ON THE SHORES OF THAT MANANTIAL; FROM THERE COMES THE ORIGIN OF THE MANANTIAL ELENA'S PUQUIO
