La llorona stories

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La Llorona Stories

The original versions of the whipping woman are very diverse, since before the arrival of the Spaniards it has been said that she was the goddess Cihuacóatl, who also appeared smartly dressed, crying and screaming in the air during night, her outfit was white and she had done her hair in such a way that she looked like she had horns in the forehead. Others assured that shewas Doña Marina or La Malinche* who, regretting her betrayal towards her people, came back to lament.
Here is a song about La Llorona:
La llorona

Salias del templo un dia llorona
Cuando al pasar yo te vi
Salias del templo un dia llorona
Cuando al pasar yo te vi

Hermoso huipill llevabas llorona
Que la virgen te crei
Hermoso huipill levabas llorona
Que la virgen te crei

Hay! de millorona, llorona
Llorona de azul celeste
Hay! de mi llorona, llorona
Llorona de azul celeste

No dejaré de quererte llorona
Aunque la vida me custe
No dejaré de quererte llorona
Aunque la vida me custe

Todos me dicen el negro llorona
Negro, pero cariñoso
Todos me dicen el negro llorona
Negro, pero cariñoso

Yo soy como el chile verde llorona
Picante, pero sabroso
Yo soy como elchile verde llorona
Picante, pero sabroso

Lila Downs y Mariachi Juvenil de Tecalitlan

I only have Mexican friends that were born in Mexico and immigrated in the US recently. I thought it would be easy to collect La Llorona stories from them, but it happened that when it was very difficult for some of them to remember a story, it was simply hard to remember what it was about for others… Thestories that I collected are almost the same, yet it was told by two young men from two different areas (one is from Zacatecas and the other from Chihuahua).
The first person I interviewed told me the general story and admitted that you can make up the whole story adding and changing details. He said:
“well cause people change the story maybe… and then we can say that she killed her three sons andcut them into pieces and threw piece by piece in a canal… hahahaha!
And cried forever. And then we can say that... she killed, drowned her husband in the Rio Grande river and she killed herself afterwards while crying… jajajaja!
It’s a simple story. I know people like to make up shit, but it goes to a certain extent how many different ways can the lady kill her children because of a man…!
ButI think all of it it’s bullshit… so if people can go around making up bullshit, why can’t I?”
Apparently the story didn’t have any value for him, he barely remember what it was about… This means that La Llorona stories were not transmitted to the last generation, it was lost like other Mexican Folklore characteristics.

Yet I’ve been told the second La Llorona Story while I was in the Island atnight, when we were all sitting around the fire. I thought it was the good moment to ask my friends about it…!
And as the environment was favourable to hear such a tale, the story was even more interesting.

“The story of la Llorona, the way I know it, is that it was in colonial times. When the Spanish were colonizing Mexico. A Spanish officer got involved with a beautiful Mexican (indigena)They had three kids, but did not get married.
During these colonial times there was a period called viceroyalty (el virreinato) when Spanish families started to move to Mexico. The fiancee of this Spanish officer came to Mexico and soon after they got married. When la llorona found out about it, she went crazy and could not control herself. In her madness she ended up by drowning her threechildren. When she realized what she had done she went out in the street screaming: "Ay mis hijos, aaaay mis hijoooos!!!" (oh my children!)
This is why they called her la llorona. “

Then I asked a third friend about it, and strangely he told me almost the same story...
“Ey there is what I remember, I HOPE it can be usefull.
LA LEYENDA DE LA LLORONA QUE ME SE LA ESCUCHE EN LA ESCUELA CUANDO ERA...
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