Now that the Halloween season is here, I keep hearing about this legend. My Wife briefly discussed it with me, but I was wondering if any Nomads know
more about this subject?
Thanks,
-KenJESSE - 10-14-2011 at 11:24 PM
Its a clasic scary tale here in Mexico. A woman who drowns her children, then kills herself and her soul is cursed to wander for eternity looking for
her children. In almost all parts of Mexico, theres reported sightings of her crying at night looking for her children. It is said if you run into la
llorona, she will take you as one of her children.JESSE - 10-14-2011 at 11:25 PM
[Edited on 10-15-2011 by JESSE]Phil S - 10-15-2011 at 05:59 AM
Is that the 'early day' Otay Mesa crossing?David K - 10-15-2011 at 06:31 AM
Way COOL!!!gnukid - 10-15-2011 at 06:45 AM
I recorded live la llorona by the band blame sally
spookyDENNIS - 10-15-2011 at 08:13 AM
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Originally posted by JESSE
Its a clasic scary tale here in Mexico. A woman who drowns her children, then kills herself and her soul is cursed to wander for eternity looking for
her children. In almost all parts of Mexico, theres reported sightings of her crying at night looking for her children. It is said if you run into la
llorona, she will take you as one of her children.
Pleasant story for the kids. Develop their Paranoia at an early age.
Or....is this the Mexican way of telling their children to not talk to strangers?bajaguy - 10-15-2011 at 08:25 AM
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Originally posted by DENNIS
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Originally posted by JESSE
Its a clasic scary tale here in Mexico. A woman who drowns her children, then kills herself and her soul is cursed to wander for eternity looking for
her children. In almost all parts of Mexico, theres reported sightings of her crying at night looking for her children. It is said if you run into la
llorona, she will take you as one of her children.
Pleasant story for the kids. Develop their Paranoia at an early age.
Or....is this the Mexican way of telling their children to not talk to strangers?
Or have mom help you take a bath
Jesse Cook Rendition
windgrrl - 10-15-2011 at 08:59 AM
Thank you so much for this thread. Sent chills down my spine. I have wondered about the source of the sorrow of this song.
English translation
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They all call me black, Llorona,
black, but they think I still care.
They all call me black, Llorona,
black, but they think I still care.
But I am like the green chili, Llorona,
yes, sharp is the flavor I wear.
But I am like the green chili, Llorona,
yes, sharp is the flavor I wear.
My tears they were streaming, Llorona,
from yesterday up till today.
My tears they were streaming, Llorona,
from yesterday up till today.
Yesterday, it all looked wonderfull, Llorona,
now I've turned into a shadow this way.
Yesterday, it all looked wonderfull, Llorona,
now I've turned into a shadow this way.
They say I don't feel the pain, Llorona,
because they don't see me cry.
They say I don't feel the pain, Llorona,
because they don't see me cry.
But even the dead do not cry, Llorona,
though their sorrow is greater than mine.
But even the dead do not cry, Llorona,
though their sorrow is greater than mine.
My tears they were streaming, Llorona,
tear drops in heavenly blue.
My tears they were streaming, Llorona,
tear drops in heavenly blue.
And, though it will cost me my life, Llorona,
I will not forsake my promise to you.
And, though it will cost me my life, Llorona,
I will not forsake my promise to you.Paula - 10-15-2011 at 03:16 PM
Here's one more. This is from the Isthmus of Tehuantepec in Oaxaca.
The Spanish you might not understand is not Spanish~~ it's Zapotec.
Similar to The Boogie Man! You tell the kids she/he is gonna get you. If you don't behave! Jesse's pic looks like Ann Margaret?! Recently, a few
Asuncion locals told me about their encounters with La Chupa Cabra! Dia de los
Muertos Rules!! Tioelizabeth - 10-15-2011 at 04:02 PM
There are a lot of tales referring to La Llorona as a woman who kills her children in revenge when her husband betrays her for another woman...the
same tale as Medea in greek mythology. There is another version equating La Llorona with the Aztec goddess Cihuacoatl who wandered crying in the
night about the destruction of her children which predicted the spanish conquest...Yet another equates La Llorona with Malinche who was supposed to
have killed her young sons when Cortes planned to take them to Spain, and then wandered the lake crying for them...in fact there is no evidence that
Malinche killed her children, and plenty that Cortes took them, so maybe that's why she is crying!
Paula...love the music videos.KASHEYDOG - 10-15-2011 at 04:44 PM
La Llorona ("The Weeping Woman") is a widespread legend in Mexico, Puerto Rico and Central America. Although several variations exist, the basic story
tells of a beautiful woman by the name of Maria killing her children by drowning them, in order to be with the man that she loved. When the man
rejects her, she kills herself. Challenged at the gates of heaven as to the whereabouts of her children, she is not permitted to enter the afterlife
until she has found them. Maria is forced to wander the Earth for all eternity, searching in vain for her drowned offspring, with her constant weeping
giving her the name "La Llorona".
In some versions of the tale, La Llorona kidnaps wandering children, or children who disobey their parents. People who claim to see her say she comes
out at nights or in the late evenings from rivers or oceans in Mexico. Some believe that those who hear the wails of La Llorona are marked for death,
similar to the Gaelic banshee legend. She is said to cry "Ay, mis hijos!" which translates to "Oh, my children!"
Typically, the legend serves as a cautionary tale on several levels. Parents will warn their children that bad behavior will cause La Llorona to
abduct them,[1] and that being outside after dark will result in her visitation. The tale also warns teenage girls not to be enticed by status,
wealth, material goods, or by men making declarations of love or lavish promises.
Comparisons to other folktales
La Llorona bears a resemblance to the ancient Greek tale of the demonic demigodess Lamia who had an affair with Zeus. Hera, Zeus' wife, learned of the
affair. Hera then forced Zeus to give up the relationship and punished Lamia by forcing her to eat her own children. Out of jealousy over the loss of
her own children, Lamia preys upon human children and devours them if she catches them.[2][3][4] In Greek mythology, Medea killed the two children
fathered by Jason (one of the Argonauts) after he left her for another woman.
Local Aztec folklore possibly influenced the legend; the goddess Cihuacoatl or Coatlicue was said to have appeared shortly prior to the invasion of
Mexico by Hernán Cortés, weeping for her lost children, an omen of the fall of the Aztec empire.
La Llorona is also sometimes identified with La Malinche, the Nahua woman who served as Cortés' interpreter and who some say betrayed Mexico to the
Spanish conquistadors. In one folk story of La Malinche, she becomes Cortés' mistress and bore him a child, only to be abandoned so that he could
marry a Spanish lady (although no evidence exists that La Malinche killed her children). Aztec pride drove La Malinche to acts of vengeance. In this
context, the tale compares the Spanish invasion of Mexico and the demise of indigenous culture after the conquest with La Llorona's loss.Ken Cooke - 10-16-2011 at 09:10 AM
My wife's family from South America knows of this legend - I wonder if it exists in Spain as well? Scary stuff, indeed!sanquintinsince73 - 10-17-2011 at 01:00 PM
As with most everything on YouTube these days, I don't know if this video is phony but these fellas appear to be crapping little green apples.
sanquintinsince73, have you ever heard of the ghost
story of the guy who takes this girl home from a dance.
She lived across the street from the Evergreen Cemetery.
And as it turned out when he went back to the house
the next day for some forgotten item. He finds out from the
mother that the girl had been dead for some time.
I think that he ended up finding his jacket,that he loaned her because she was cold ,on her grave stone? or something like that? Believe it or not? I
think that it made the papers.
[Edited on 10-28-2011 by vacaenbaja]
[Edited on 10-28-2011 by vacaenbaja]sanquintinsince73 - 10-27-2011 at 10:56 PM
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Originally posted by vacaenbaja
sanquintinsince73, have you ever heard of the ghost
story of the guy who takes this girl home from a dance.
She lived across the street from the Evergreen Cemetery.
And as it turned out when he went back to the house
the next day for some forgotten item. He finds out from the
mother that the girl had been dead for some time.
I think that he ended up finding his jacket,that he loaned her because she was cold ,on her grave stone? or something like that? Believe it or not? I
think that it made the papers.
[Edited on 10-28-2011 by vacaenbaja]
[Edited on 10-28-2011 by vacaenbaja]
Heard that story quite a few times. I grew up near Evergreen Cemetery. The place has very old tombstones and as a matter of fact, that is where the
final scene for Mask starring Cher and Eric Stoltz was filmed. L.A. County operates a crematorium there where all of the unclaimed corpses are
disposed of.deportes - 10-28-2011 at 05:53 PM
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Originally posted by Ken Cooke
My wife's family from South America knows of this legend - I wonder if it exists in Spain as well? Scary stuff, indeed!
Que parte de Sud America es la familia de su Segnora?vivaloha - 10-29-2011 at 12:43 AM
something so fanciful, dramatic and timeless about these stories...
good halloween brujeria stories amigos...happy dia de los muertos!Neal Johns - 11-5-2011 at 08:52 PM
From “By Path and Trail” Harris
Tell me, Ignacio,'' I said to him in a solemn tone, late in the evening when we were coming out of an ugly ravine, "tell me of this La Llorona who
haunts the mountain paths and the lonely roads leading to the towns.,, is she worse than the Vaca de Lumbre, the gleaming cow, that at midnight
suddenly appears on the Plaza del Iglesia and after a moment's pause bounds forward, and with streams of fire and flame flowing from her eyes and
nostrils, rushes like a blazing whirlwind through the village.''
"Ah, senor, she is worse, indeed she is worse than the fiery cow, for it is known to everybody that while the vaca is terrible to look at, and on a
dark night it is awful, she never does harm to any one. The little children, too, are all in bed and asleep, when the Vaca de Lumbre appears, and it
is only us grown people that see her and that not often. But the weeping woman indeed is harmful ; it is well, senor, that we all know her when she ap
pears, and we are so afraid of her that no one will say yes or no to her when she speaks, and it is well. Many queer things and many evil spirits, it
is known to us all, are around at night and they are angry, when on dark nights there is thunder and rain and lightning, but the Wailing Woman is the
worst of all of them. Sometimes, sir, she is out of her head and is running, her hair streaming after her and she is tossing her hands above her head
and shrieking the names of her lost children Eita and Anita. But when you meet her some other time she looks like an honest woman, only different, for
her dress is white and the reboso with which she covers her head is white, too. Indeed, anybody might speak back to her then and offer to help her to
find her children, but whoever does speak to her drops dead. Yes, indeed, sir, only one man, Diego Boula, who years afterward died in His bed, was the
only one who ever answered her and lived. Diego, you must know, was a loco, a fool, and he met her one night when he was crossing the Plaza la San
Pablo. She asked him what he did with Eita and Anita. And he looked stupid at her and said he wanted something to eat, for he was always hungry, this
Diego. Then sne took a good look at him and then threw back her white reboso and Diego saw a wormy, grinning skull, and blue little balls of fire for
eyes. Then she brought her skull near to his face and opened her fleshless jaws and blew into Diego's face a breath so icy cold that he dropped down
like a dead man. But, senor, a fool's luck saved him and when he was found in the morning, he was recovering. It is said that this ice cold breath of
hers, freezes into death who ever feels it. Then after the person falls dead, she rushes onward again, shrieking for her lost ones, but the one who
speaks to her is found the next morning dead, and on his face and in his wide open eyes there is a look of awful horror.
Did I ever meet her? God forbid, but I heard her shrieks and wailings and the patter of her feet, as she ran, on the cobblestones of the Calle de San
Esteban."bacquito - 11-9-2011 at 03:21 PM
Dia de los
Muertos Rules!! Tio