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In response to Babita de Boer's invitation to use this new tool, which is setting trends in the revolutionary use of technology, I now understand a little why, I was surprised to see the results obtained. I love the mysterious and in our country stories of that kind abound in our country in our rich geography, stories that have been passed down from generation to generation and that arouse interest in more than one, one of the many Venezuelan legends that has been made known even if that of La Llorona, so I asked for the generation of a little information about it.

The Legend of the Screaming or Weeping

It is said that La Llorona was a white, Spanish woman with a long background who fell in love with a native of whom she had a son, but in order not to suffer the shame of being a single mother and of not having met the requirements of a man of a lower race, she killed the fruit of her forbidden love and buried it on a road. This cardinal sin turned her into a frightful monster. He had no peace, alive or dead. In life she bore the remorse of such a horrendous crime and dead she is wandering around, screaming with creepy screams in many corners of Portuguesa, while her son also desperately cries for that undeserved death that she gave him.

Throughout the region, there are testimonies of the presence of La Llorona or La Gritona. It appears at any time of the year, because what matters to her is to go out and scare, to break the nocturnal silence of some sleepy town in the immensity of the plain.

According to those who saw it

ELOY ARMANDO MOLINA Neighbor of Papelón I'm going to tell you what happened to my dad because he was drinking at night, and he hasn't lost the habit, you see that it's two in the afternoon and he must be drinking around by now. Look, that happened one night when he was partying and about two o'clock in the morning he left the place where he was and went home. Halfway along the way, a woman got on the bicycle grill and went with her When he realized it, he was at the door of the cemetery, and after he was inside, that woman turned into a horrible skeleton and there he was deprived until dawn when the neighbors helped him.

As the people who lived near the cemetery said, he and he arrived knocking on my mother at the door of the cemetery because he thought he had arrived at the house, but when he saw himself inside the cemetery he deprived himself. They took him home, but they had to take him to the hospital and they had him hospitalized because that woman got into his mind. She had a really nervous breakdown and at night she was heard screaming all over the street.

FREDDY JOSÉ VIRGÜEZ I was 14 years old and lived in Guanarito, before moving here to Papelón. It was about ten o'clock at night, my mom had already closed the street door and I heard a woman screaming. My dad said to me: Come and see what it is. I couldn't even open the door and what I did was I grabbed a chair, and since there was a crack above the door, I looked out and saw that a woman's shadow passed by, but I didn't see her face or anything. She carried like a torch in her hand. I quickly ran and opened the door and looked out, and in the corner the woman screamed and got lost. That other day, at about eight o'clock in the morning, a newborn boy was found on the leg of a stick that was being eaten by ants. My dad says that when La Llorona or La Gritona comes out, as they call her, it always happens that some woman is doing some scoundrel (abortions and infanticides). That boy appeared in the Las Flores neighborhood of Guanarito about twenty-five years ago.

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