Una chica en mexico: The legend of the weeping woman
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The legend of the weeping woman

 
Weeping woman and man
One of the legends that the teachers were telling us in epoch by day of dead men was that of the weeping woman, recollection like all my companions they were asking the Englishman's teacher the history of the weeping woman to report us as every year while they were extinguishing the lights.

 Of what I remember it is this.

In the epoch in which the Spanish came to Mexico an indigenous woman and a Spanish gentleman they had affairs of which there were born three children, the indigenous one she was a devout mother who when the children began to grow and to surprise his father she asked to marry as soon as possible.
The Spanish who was afraid to the gossips of the people, that it did not love her and only it saw her as an object of passion he refused and I marry immediately the daughter of a very rich and important man in order that the indigenous woman was stopping doing illusions to him in spite of marrying with.

 The mad woman for the ire, the disappointment and the sadness I take his children who him were remembering her the coward of this man and suffocation in a lake the children (that now it is Texcoco's lake).

 The woman after realizing of what had done volume a few stones and I place them in his garment and also I drown in the lake.
From this day in the nights the persons began to listen to the laments of a woman in the nights, a few horrifying and heart-breaking shouts that were freezing the blood when they began to sound in the darkness.

 After it there was a curfew in the whole place but in the nights brave some of them were appearing to the door and pulled down the following day they were telling that they saw a high thin woman covered with a white veil as his garment that was floating for the streets the face being covered with a few bony hands that on having followed it it was eliminating in Texcoco's lake.

La llorona en un lago


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