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 she was 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 mi llorona, 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 el chile 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… The stories 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 and