Latin American societies have a great predisposition to the creation of myths, much has been said about that Latin imagination and inventiveness that is filled with passions and loving winks, we present here an example with the stories of Honduras.
What is a biosimilar
Honduras is a country that is located in the central region of America, its capital is the Central District that joins Tegucigalpa and Comayagüela, these two towns with just their name already let us see their closeness to the pre-Hispanic indigenous world, which cannot be stop considering because even in its tropical forest it has ancient indigenous centers where we can find hieroglyphs carved on stones and stelae, learn more here about the mayan myths.
As it is a country in which the interaction with Spaniards was fertile and when they arrived they had someone to meet with to share culturally, certain stories, tales and micro-stories did not stop appearing that today are part of a collective imaginary so old that its origin it is lost in the antecedents from which the information came and has only been transmitted from generation to generation by oral tradition.
Very similar to how the Greeks told their ancient stories to each other, this has been happening in Honduras with each of the stories that we will tell next, which are very rich at a cultural level, you will read about names that can only come from Honduras and During the course of the speech we will be able to reflect a little about the similarities that we can find between these stories and others from the same region.
As for example with the first of the stories that we are going to present to you since in it you will find a character that surely sounds familiar to you even from children's movies, do you remember Big Foot?, Well, this figure that we no longer know if it is mythological or not seems to walk from end to end throughout Latin America and almost have its counterpart in each country.
Well, yes, the counterparts are not just the presidents of different countries who call each other that way because they share the same type of position in each place of origin or a word intended only for consuls from different countries and regions of the world.
No, a beast of which there is no evidence may also have similar pairs that mysteriously appear and disappear in different regions of the continent, or perhaps it is the same one and has been traveling from top to bottom for so long, leaving a mark on such ancient societies. which is why we keep hearing about it as an old rumor in which we can choose whether to believe or not.
Immersed in these stories we are going to be able to find a whole series of stories where historical elements are going to be combined with other fanciful ones, as well as religious and everyday life typical of this Central American country, the myths of Honduras are strongly rooted in a popular fervor which means that they do not expire and that they continue to be current even though they come from a time when chronicles and letters were sent on wooden ships.
Because effectively the origins of these stories from Honduras are a series of stories originating mainly from the chronicles but in them there is no exact record of the data or where the information came from, there are even many that have been lost, that's why they started understand as myths that spread throughout the country.
There are no official versions, this being another of the reasons why the subjects tell different versions of the stories, which is why individuals tell it a little in their own way, adding or removing some information, which is the case of what came into our hands in relation to with information from primary sources, that is, people or their descendants who were close to the events.
In the same way that these stories from Honduras have a lot of mystery within them, it happens that depending on who reads them, they will have different results or effects in the minds of those who receive them. If, for example, a boy or a girl reads them, it will not be the same as an adult who has read them and that is why among these myths we can even find some dedicated to the smallest of the house.
For them, those who have the newest mind, as if it were a blank slate, boys and girls it is much easier to believe in these stories and not pass them so much through the filters of doubt that adults often take away the wonder and enjoyment of many crazy ideas that we think are unreal because they don't match what we have in our minds of what a story should be.
However, comparatively with other countries in Latin America, Honduras is not a country that has a large number of stories or short stories as countries like Mexico, Peru or Chile may have, but the wealth of human inventiveness reflected thanks to them does not they leave another way of seeing them than as wonderful.
Especially because of that content that has to do with the Mayan and how much it was reflected in their mentality since they enrich the most local narratives of Honduras with their themes, especially after colonization, for example, the Big Foot Hondurans that we will see shortly is compared to the god Chan of the Mayans or their god of rain.
Much of this is due to the fires that the Spanish caused to the codices themselves made by the Spanish religious parties themselves in the process of colonization, such as the Franciscans. Document made to help bridge the gap between indigenous and Spanish thought. In response to this situation, the pseudo-chroniclers of oral tradition arose thanks to those who brought us stories of the stature that we will read next, join us to learn about the stories of Honduras, starting with the yessimite.
Popular stories from Honduras
In the most popular stories of Honduras we can see a mixture of popular wisdom, everyday elements that make up life and a simplicity that makes them very close to the works and have allowed this people to maintain over time a whole set of ideas that start from his way of seeing the world.
The Sisimite
Do you remember the beasts like Big Foot of the United States or the Yeti of Tibet?, well, The Sisimite is the name by which a very similar creature is known in the stories of Honduras, but it does not seem to be a pure story since cryptozoology, which is a pseudoscience that tries to prove the existence of fantastic animals, has given The Sisimite a seal of truth.
Also called itacoyo It seems to have been seen for the first time, between 1850 and 1950, by curious scholars and archbishops and specialists in the life of the country, characters such as: the historian Jesús Aguilar Paz (1895-1974); the clergyman and archaeologist Federico Lunardi (1880-1954); or the anthropologist from the United States and France Anne Chapman (1922-2010). attest to the existence of The Sisimite.
According to them and popular legends, this cryptid or fantastic animal is part monkey and part human; its fur is black or dark brown; it measures approximately two and a half meters; he has a humanoid face and body but with ape features; and it is very strong and can break bones as easily as we break a toothpick.
In addition to all this, one of its most important characteristics is that its feet are turned upside down, that is, where we have the heel it has the toes and vice versa, it is for this reason that when we look at its footprints they are not showing us where to go. it was but where it came from.
The best known legend of The Sisimite It was told by a young woman who suffered a prolonged kidnapping on her part, from her testimony we get more information about the life of this humanoid beast that the experts allege lives in the heights of the mountain and eats berries and fruits of nature, it is say, it is not carnivorous.
However, from the experience of this woman and from popular wisdom, other small details about her life are known, for example, that she likes to kidnap young peasant girls and take them to her cave to rape them or that she also likes to eat ashes.
It turns out that the young woman in question, whose name we cannot reveal due to ethical issues in the investigation, was captured by The Sisimite at a time when she was plowing the field in a rural region of Lepaterique, her friends and family after months of looking for her gave her up for dead and gave up, but after a while the young woman appeared in the town disconsolate and telling what had happened.
The Sisimite he had kidnapped her and taken her to his cave where she spent approximately 11 months during which she became pregnant because she was raped, her pregnancy was with triplets. When these children were born, I gave birth that weakened her a lot because her diet was based on berries, fruits and nuts and she also had to give birth without assistance or a midwife, her children turned out to be both human and apes and when she was recovered the woman decided leave.
For that he sneaks away on one of the occasions when The Sisimite she left to look for food in nature but one of her children began to cry and this made the beast realize that the woman was not in the cave and began to look for her with her children in her arms, who were crying because of the hustle and bustle and hunger.
Upon reaching a river, the woman crossed it without knowing that this could be her salvation because the half ape, half man, did not want to cross it and stayed with the children whom she raised in her arms showing them to her ex-victim with the hope, perhaps , that he reconsider leaving but the woman did not want to return and just kept running but heard how the beast threw her children into the water so that the river would take them away.
Still the inhabitants of the locality and even of all of Honduras tell or recognize the story told by this woman who escaped from The Sisimite, even other details or contributions of the most risky explorers maintain that in the caves of the mountains you can see handprints on the low ceilings that were made by the sisimites that it cannot be completely assured that they are not alive and somewhere in the country.
the ghost wagon
If we enter an esoteric role, the ghost wagon can be understood as a story from Honduras where we find the story of a soul in pain, the story goes back to the early 1900s at a time when the town of San Rafael called itself La Carreta and was a space of incipient progress to which many Honduran men and women moved with the intention of growing economically.
In that place there was a great culture of trade in terms of coffee and other foods, which is why the space was increasingly filled with new neighbors, many of whom built their own haciendas. But in the town there was a man who already had a bad reputation, his name was Bartolo.
He was being carried away by bitterness and alcohol, he had problems with all his neighbors and did not establish friendships with any of them, he only fulfilled his work as a carter carrying products from the farm to the port where the ships took the raw materials to refine the that nature provided, but to markets for local sale. After completing his work, he went to the canteen and spent his income on alcohol, he did not like going to mass and it seems that he was a freeloader.
On one occasion while planning how to obtain more money, a plan began to occur to him that led him to perdition since he thought of the idea of stealing the "little money" for the party of October which was celebrated in La Carreta as part of a series of annual celebrations related to agriculture and commerce, in which ranchers and farm owners organized festivals, sharing parties, horse races and a host of attractions for the inhabitants.
These days the carts moved a lot because, in addition to everything, they were promoting the products that were produced on each farm, which made these fairs a great opportunity to become known as a producer. However, far from this party and this enjoyment was the thought of bartolo, what he wanted was to get hold of the funds that the neighborhood association had made available for logistics expenses.
Bartolo He knew where they were kept, because it was public knowledge that the former town priest kept the money from each year's festivities, and since this old man lived in a modest house near the church, one day he decided that he would go into it to take the loot, but the stealthy steps that night could not do less than wake up and alert the old priest who began to shout that he was being robbed and that the neighbors help him.
This seriously alarmed Bartolo and decided to kill the priest, he gave him a series of stab wounds in the chest that made him faint between prayers and laments to remain silent on the floor of his house, like Bartolo I wanted it, but it was too late, the commotion had woken up the neighbors and it was becoming more and more obvious that they would appear in front of the door with torches and threats as they were seen turning on the lights and leaving their houses.
Bartolo he ran out the back door that led to the field, he fled as fast as he could without even taking the money for which he had gotten into that trouble, he ran so much and without knowing where he was going that suddenly he found himself in front of the river and although he had the impression that he had already followed him into the tributary of water, he calmed down a bit but not his legs, which were so trembling from fear and flight that when he tried to cross he ended up plunged down the river, tired and without seeing clearly, in quite a strong current.
Bartolo He was found dead after a few days of intense search carried out by the indigenous people when they realized the situation and although the neighbors did not worry about this, his body was removed from being stuck in a set of stones that were there.
As the days went by, life continued with its daily cart traffic up and down during working hours, the body of Bartolo he was cremated by the State because a close relative was not immediately found to take charge of the funeral requirements; However, something began to happen that caught the attention of the entire town.
It turns out that on La Carreta street, now San Rafael, every night after midnight and before two in the morning you can hear the sound of a cart and its usual banging as if it were carrying products from one side to the other. another and no matter how much the inhabitants of the street look out, they can't see it, they can only hear it. This is a phenomenon that according to popular tales from Honduras continues to happen even today.
Soon after, a relative of Bartolo who claimed to have been his nephew and who, worried about what happened, asked God for advice to know what his uncle's spiritual situation was and according to the young man, he received the information that he was paying a penalty for his acts that did not allow him to enter the kingdom of heaven, but, at the same time, he was accompanied by the priest who was the load that was in the cart.
There has been a lot of speculation about this story from Honduras, some versions shorten it to just its core to target children and not emphasize how terrifying it can be, but rather reflect on what stealing is and what consequences it can bring.
What is unquestionable is that this Honduran story is part of their collective imagination, based on a not so distant past and to which we have greater access in terms of data, names and signs that allow us to reconstruct the facts and understand why Hondurans and especially those from San Rafael look out onto their street expecting to see a cart they don't see.
dirty water mine
This Honduran tale comes from the Municipality of La Llama, in the department of Santa Bárbara. Formerly, the hill on which it takes place had a name whose translation from Nahuatl meant old woman. One of the most truthful points of reference is to locate ourselves in the vicinity of the Cececapa River where many years ago a father and a daughter lived among the residents of the neighborhood, around whom this story revolves.
In the town there was a rumor that a dirty water mine could be found on the hill where sacrifices were offered for some good, but nobody knew what that good was that was reciprocated nor how to get to that place. The father of the story, however, with the greatest of mysteries and very stealthily disappeared every Friday with a hen and some white candles made in Castile.
There came a time when the daughter was so curious about what was happening and causing her father to disappear for hours every Friday that she began to follow him very carefully so as not to be discovered and like a splinter. The secrecy of the young woman was such that she managed to reach the entrance of a cave deep inside the mountain without being noticed or noticed, where her father sat down and began to unpack the gadgets that he had brought with him throughout the journey. .
The man began to perform a ritual and almost immediately a whirlpool of fire appeared from the floor and began to go to where the girl was hiding in the bushes, this made her run away from the place and that was when she could see what It caused a lot of anger in him and caused him to take her back home between severe scoldings and punishments since the way to get there was a secret that only his father should know.
Once he returned to the site, the man finished performing a ritual that is not known either but that connects with a being that is a kind of giant gold lizard that lives inside the dirty water mine and that after to make the sacrifice of the white hen and light some candles, this allows a part of the tail to be cut off.
As that portion of the tail regenerates in him for the next Friday, that resource is always available, for whoever makes it when his sacrifice is due, however, very few should know how to get there and how to invoke it. After being provisioned, whoever offers the hen can sell the gold, which are solid gallons of it, and support himself with that sale.
This is the case of what the father of this story from Honduras did, who once had his weekly portion of gold, went to Salvador and sold what he had cut in the market, thus avoiding questions since far from his town he did not know the rumor of the mine of dirty water.
Inevitably we see in this story how desires for economic abundance and its search are connected to reality, this is an old idea according to which in Latin America there is something called El Dorado that in certain forgotten points and known by few, sources of gold can be found.
This idea that the Spaniards brought was very well received in Honduran culture and in many of the regions, so it is not difficult to find stories like the tales of Honduras in which a treasure can be discovered with rituals or excavations.
The dirty
Among the stories of Honduras there are some more popular than others but above all the one of The dirty, which currently affects womanizers more than anything else since they constantly receive warnings from people who are close to them, which prevents them from appearing The dirty. Whose history is very reminiscent of the torturous long horror stories that cause so much fear.
This is a story of spite and disappointment whose central axis is a woman who was abandoned and who, unable to overcome it, decides to commit suicide but her soul continues to suffer, seeking revenge on men who have relationships with several women, as if she were taking revenge on him. your former partner.
It is said that the story begins in a Honduran middle class family home, between 1900 and 1950, in which we can find a very pretty young woman living with her parents and helping them with regular household chores such as going to the river to clean the clothing. In these cleaning routines, the young woman gets to know a very well-positioned young man socially, who had economic resources and was, like her, very handsome.
The boys fall in love and planned to get married, which their two families consented and approved, but on the day of the marriage they have an inconvenience and that is that the young woman is not baptized, both were at the altar with their dresses and finery for the occasion, but without that requirement of the faith of baptism the act cannot proceed and although the priest who will perform the baptism at the time was asked to continue, the young woman's attitude caused him not to agree to the request.
The girl was screaming and fighting over the inconvenience and the boyfriend saw her disappointed while the priest recriminated her, after her frustrated marriage the woman fell into such a depression that she did not want to bathe more regularly or change her dress. bride. That was her future, happy for her and sure of her, but now she was truncated by a situation that she could have fixed by going to another church and trying to see where she could be baptized.
The fact is that the woman did not recover from that sadness and seeing her so abandoned by herself, her boyfriend decided to separate from her. She since then she began to be called The dirty because she never bathed anymore, nor did she change clothes, she just wandered the streets with her sadness on her back and so she spent a relatively short time until she met the town gossip who told her that her ex-future husband was about to marry another woman .
That was the last straw after finding out about it The dirty In deep grief and without even hesitating, without confirming the information and without breathing to recover, he decided to start his way to a cliff that was near the town and from there between sobs and curses that came out of his mouth he threw himself to die.
But the story did not end there, these Honduran stories now have fabric left to cut, it turns out that the soul of The dirty he did not ascend to heaven and has remained wandering until now in the earthly world, persecuting every man who shares intimately with more than one woman and frightening him.
First she appears before them as a beautiful girl but when they get closer the mystery of her is discovered. The dirty who in fact has caused more than one scare among Hondurans since, this spirit as a product of social inventiveness has not stopped working in the collective imagination since these events occurred in a lost town in Honduras many years ago.
The apparition of the Virgin of The medicines
There are many versions of interest for Hondurans and for the church about the apparition in Honduras of the Virgin of The medicines, unlike many other stories of Marian apparitions among these, it is not said that the virgin has been transferred from her place of origin to later return by herself as has happened in many other stories of this type, no, in this case the virgin of The medicines since it appeared it has always been in the same locality.
The place to which the virgin owes is Tómala, many say that she loves this place, in which there is a well that goes hand in hand with the invocation assigned to the Marian figure since it seems to perform miracles, heal diseases and is a healer. This is the body of water in which she appeared many years ago, according to the stories of Honduras, and it is located in the vicinity of the church.
It was visited by many pilgrims each year who went to bathe in it or to moisten with its blessed water the parts of their bodies that hurt or where they have some condition, through an exercise of faith this made the parishioners trust that their ailments they were going to heal thanks to the water of the virgin of The medicines.
The Virgin of Tomala or the Virgin of The medicines It has two iconographies by which they are recognized, the first of which is the one that came from the Spanish empire at the time and is a modest image that is elegantly adorned, embellishing the main altar of its church; and the found image which is similar to a doll with a wig and this is a slightly more rustic representation of the same virginal figure.
Knowing more details of the virgin we know that it was found by a peasant from the town of Yamaranguila, whose name was Magdalena Lemus, in a common tree in the area whose location is precisely where the bell tower of its church is built today. Like any virgin, you have to know how to pray to her and that is why we also create content so that you learn how to address The magnificent.
In that same place there was a huge stone and under it a well that after its discovery the Mayor of Yamaranguila decided that the wonderful idea of selling water to benefit the people of the population could be undertaken, but everything became difficult because suddenly the The well began to dry up and sprout further down to a depth that for the time being could not be reached by the machinery they had.
Since then, the matter of the well has been left undisturbed, no other ruler wanted to sell water from it and that is why currently it is only known that it is found there as a source of holy water for the people. This is added to several testimonies of people who in their time said they had seen the virgin with the child in her arms next to the body of sacred water.
This well among the stories of Honduras is a great enigma since among many Hondurans it is affirmed that it was possible to heal thanks to its sacred waters and it has also kept flowing fresh water for many years, the rock that was nearby is still there and it is so big that up to 20 people can be placed on top of it.
Currently, many pilgrims can come to see the footprints of the Virgin, which are figures of her feet carved on the rock, although it is somewhat difficult to see them at this time because they are a bit blurred. They seem to be like this because for a long time the devotees of the virgin filed the edges to remove from the space where the stone becomes a footprint a powder that they believed could be taken to heal faster from their illnesses.
historical tales
To refer to the stories of Honduras that are historical, we review about the magical-religious components of each civilization that has had a part in the concretion of a country like the Central American, that is, those that have helped to form the ideas of nation that link all Hondurans in the understanding that they have a homeland or that they share certain myths, legends and stories and this makes them who they are as a group.
El Christ of Santa Lucia
One of those stories that has important links with the formation of nationality ideas is precisely the stories from Honduras that refer to the Christ of Santa Lucia, a town in which at the beginning of 1900 there was widespread confusion due to some crucifixes that the religious authorities were willing to give up that had belonged to both the Municipality of Cedros and that of Santa Lucía.
But what a surprise when the inhabitants of these towns go to the aforementioned crucifixes and find them changed, that's right, the Christ of the Cedars it was located in Santa Lucía and vice versa, as if perhaps they had been changed without informing anyone and taking everyone by surprise, even those of the next generations who found out about these stories from Honduras.
This created a lot of confusion and some insight, but most people went into anguish wanting immediately and as quickly as possible to return sacred art to where it originally belonged. Already in January 1901, the inhabitants and religious of both towns met in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, since they had the determination to carry out a coexistence.
It was in January 1901 when the inhabitants of both towns met in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras, with the purpose of having a coexistence and then exchanging crucifixes, this was going to be a very pleasant celebration in which these people shared prayers and experience with the idea that the time would come when they could exchange crucifixes.
However, something happened that no one expected, and that is that the inhabitants of Santa Lucía, who had undertaken their pilgrimage to the meeting place without any major setbacks, suddenly arrived at a place called La Travesía de Tegucigalpa, already very close to the capital and almost entering it, at that moment the religious image became extremely heavy.
The people who were carrying the crucifix stopped and realized that the image was very heavy because they could practically not move it, with each step they tried to take and among the few who managed the weight they carried became greater and greater. , as if they were raising it to the power.
They came to think that it was all because the men who were carrying the crucifix had gotten tired after having carried it for so long, let us remember that then these pilgrimages were made for a while on foot and another on foot. For this reason they decided to replace them in order to continue their march but no attempt bore positive results, the new men also seemed like a gigantic weight.
They came to compare it with the weight of tons, but another curious situation in this Honduran story, which is undermined by them, was that if they turned and turned back in their march, the crucifix stopped weighing, they say that in the direction of Santa Lucía the image it weighed the weight of a dry leaf and it was as easy to carry as it is easy to hold a cloth on one's shoulder so that it does not blow away in the wind.
The image in the direction of the department and not the capital caused as much noise as a feather in the wind, which is nothing and even less compared to the moans, howls and complaints that the men expressed in the opposite direction.
All these curiosities caused the Saint Lucians to understand that Christ y God I did not want to abandon them even for a brief period of exchange, it is not known that the same thing happened with the municipality of Cedros, which was immediately communicated to cancel the agreement and report what had happened. In honor of the events, the Monument to the Christ of Santa Lucia, which is currently located on Boulevard Morazán in Tegucigalpa.
This site was thus sanctified and honored from then until now and for years to come, being as it is a place of meeting and celebration of God's protection, in addition, a space to think again about that enigma of how inverted crucifixes appeared between two churches or that is how the stories of Honduras come to us.
the bulero
According to the stories of Honduras back in the 1700s, a man who distributed bulls arrived in the city. By the way, the bull is a document of the church that it grants to subjects to instill the authority to inform the parishioners. about some guidelines they should follow, such as not eating meat at certain times of the year.
When he was already acclimatizing in the town and was well received by it, the man decided to move to the center of Gracias a Dios and found a fair of October in which all the residents were assigned a role and performed some task, but all with enjoyment and happiness.
The bulero, in this happy atmosphere, realized that a card game was being played on one of the fair's tables, and although these games are random and on many occasions the church sees such practices with disapproving eyes, the bulero he wanted to play with them and for that he asked permission.
The other players agreed so he sat down and started playing with the other players after they approved. Among those present was the mayor's wife who was a very refined woman, but who applied some trick to win what was bet on the table. The bulero realized it and, fed up with this, he began to slap the lady for being a cheat, according to the legend of Honduras.
Seeing this, the other players got very upset and wanted to attack the bulero but he slipped away, although this evasion did not last long because many people even who were not present set out to look for him to give him the beating of his life, as terrible as one of those stories from Honduras that have to do with terror.
The stranger, as for that brief moment he was seen by his peers, believed that if he went and entered the church they would not do anything to him because inside it you cannot hit anyone. That's why he went to the temple of the Mercedes Benz and the priests protected him for the reason that to lynch that man inside the church was to desecrate holy ground.
However, this was not enough reason to contain the enraged horde that continued to enter the church and were able to catch the man but this cost the enclosure some broken furniture and even that a stone hit right in the face of the virgin of the Mercedes Benz. The priests were outraged by the degree of aggressiveness to which they saw the inhabitants of this town arrive, even the bulero was executed in the square in front of the church.
The priests flew into a rage and cast a curse on the town that lasted until the fifth generation after that and so the condemned town went, which was reflected in an increasingly complicated way of life and with development difficulties no matter how hard it was. they were striving It was not until the appearance of Manuel Subirana who after knowing the horrible legend gave them support to free them from the curse.
The priest subirana He entrusted them to go to the cemetery and dig up the remains of the bulero to incinerate it in a bonfire, until its remains turned to ashes, this was exactly what they did and since then prosperity began to come again with more force to each inhabitant of the town. , as well as business and health. Gradually, Thank God, he freed himself from any curse that was weighing on his development.
The Valle de Angeles piano
This story is strongly related, as is The dirty, with themes of a love nature and it all begins with a very interesting story from the Valley of the Angels according to which one of the local ladies named Dolores and she was the healthiest and kindest woman in her town. She lived for many years with her little daughter in one of the streets of the place.
Until the girl became a woman and continued to live with her mother, a very affectionate lady whom most of the townspeople liked. The daughter of Dolores She had not interacted much with her father when she was a child because he had died very young, the only thing she knew about him was that he was a musician and that is why there was a piano at home that she had never learned to use because it did not attract her attention.
Almost nothing aroused the emotion of this young girl, she had gone to school, had some other friends but the truth is that she was not a very energetic person, this worried her mother. He wanted his daughter to enjoy life and travel and learn about beautiful things from different cultures or from her own culture, but to have that drive and that desire to live since among these stories from Honduras she could have already learned enough about terror and magic but according to his mother was still missing him.
However, the young woman continued in her daily apathy without communicating much, there came a day when Mrs. Dolores she heard the old piano coming from the living room a majestic melody as if it were the work of prodigious hands and she was not mistaken, when she ran down the stairs half excited and half moved by the beautiful sound she found her daughter in front of the piano.
It turns out that she was a great pianist, her talent was so strong that it even took her to know all of Europe, touring and participating in orchestras all over the world, this was a great relief for her mother who, as she was a very generous person, donated to the church from Valle de los Ángeles the beautiful piano that had belonged to her husband and with which her daughter discovered her gift.
Over time, a melody began to be heard inside the church that came from the piano, it was as if the instrument remembered the magnificent moment in which the young woman discovered that beautiful talent that she had and this story in Honduras has become so in force that even today girls who feel a certain reluctance to explore and discover parts of themselves are recommended to play some notes on the aforementioned piano, in addition, they say that it gives them a plus to get a boyfriend.
the legend of the sirens
This is one of those stories that is closely related to beings that are somewhat mythical and somewhat real, cryptids, you could say, but that also appear not only in the stories of Honduras but also in the myths of other neighboring countries. It is definitely a constant in the collective conscious or unconscious of Latin America.
According to one of the stories from Honduras long ago there was a man who frequently made trips between coast and coast but used to pass through the Wampú River during the summer. When this man arrived in a nearby area called El Chorro, he called a meeting so that the town could organize itself and all of them, or most of them, would go out to fish.
This assembly was to be led by a young man and a young woman who had experience in leading assemblies, this meeting was to take place in a place near the river and in turn was to serve to ask the mermaids to help them, providing or favoring them with plenty of fish in the river.
Well into the afternoon that had become a celebration, there was chocolate powder, the one that the ancient indigenous called chorote, food of all kinds and also alcoholic beverages made from cassava and all kinds of food with which they were offered entertainment. Also mermaids.
The next day the men would go to fish guinea fowl and other types of fish and at the end of that fishing they would gather all the fish in one place, arranging firewood and cooking them to eat them, but then return to their homes. To supply their homes, they shared the fish equally to be fair and they also kept the cooking equipment hidden in the bushes.
The stories of Honduras tell that to receive them every time the fishermen are absent to work when they arrive home, they usually have special food and drinks prepared. Gathered all in a single house, in this way another great party was made. The objective of these ceremonies was to please God, this was his main aspiration with the celebration of this welcome.
The people of this town were extremely religious and lived in harmony with the beings of nature, so they were favored by them to stay prosperous and with food. The legend of the sirens is undoubtedly captivating and its purpose is not to scare anyone, only to make us see that among the stories of Honduras there is also room for stories with happy endings and events.
Honduran Children's Tales
As we said in the first lines of this article, the stories of Honduras have a whole series dedicated to the smallest of the house and among these we can see reflected all those moving and interesting stories, but since they are for them they are designed to be simpler. and digestible than those of adults could be.
the gold stone
The Yuscarán mine was a busy place. From Honduran children's stories we know that one day four very hard-working men were busy there when they suddenly heard something they had never heard before. It was a hollow and metallic sound, the man who among them was the most curious and intrepid took a mallet and began to hit the stones looking for the sound again.
When he found it, he noticed that it was a strange material, no matter how many blows they gave it, it would not break, but if the material was deformed and it continued to sound as if it were hollow inside, between him and his three companions they were able to remove the very large rock, which seemed to him to have the average weight of an adult person.
But when they cleaned it of all the soot from the mine they realized it was gold, one of them said:
Miner: The best thing we can do as friends is to share the stone in equal parts, that way we will please God and be happy.
But it was not as well received an idea as could be expected, for more than an hour they were discussing the matter forgetting that they were on a hill and that at the entrance of the mine where they were there was only a free fall towards a well with stones, which that made this space more insecure than any and especially for fights.
However, what ended up happening was that the cart where the stone was found began to run down the mountain and no matter how hard the men tried to find it, they were never able to do so. Spreading this story around the town about what they had lived through, it didn't take long for it to become one of those famous Honduran tales.
As much as many explorers have gone into the forest to look for the stone in the vicinity of the mine, no one has managed to find it until now, even if looking for the lost ingot continues to be one of the great attractions of adventure tourism in Honduras.
The angel of balance
This is one of those star narratives among the stories of Honduras in which we find the fable of a boy whose story is very inspiring and leaves us signs of love and solidarity that if we pay attention to them can be great life lessons to reason how we are living and what our consumption habits are.
Reminiscent of a poem Baudelaire called the poor boy, both tell us in different ways a story that begins with a child looking through the glass of a store window with toys, almost drooling, completely absorbed in his illusions and dreams and imagining, perhaps, that he is playing with that golden train or that colors with those wax crayons.
Those showcases that at Christmas do nothing but display a large number of devices that, due to their layout and decorations, awaken the fantasies of those who have to buy a lot of toys and also those who don't.
But this boy, who perhaps you already sense, dear reader, is a poor boy and this whole vision was bewitching, he saw everything shine from the outside of the glass, forgetting the cold that the old sweater he was carrying allowed to enter his body. , concentrating only on the warmth that the lights brought to the toy set and not even remembering that he couldn't buy it.
Of course, there were artifacts that caught his attention more than others, for example, he didn't pay much attention to the dolls, or to the kitchens, although he might not be lacking in hunger, or to the toy babies, no, no, he paid more attention to the bicycles, on airplanes, on wooden carts, his imagination was caught up, entertained and amused in all of this.
However, as sad as the boy named Angel and that he would be around 11 or 12 years old, he knew or was resigned, a very dangerous situation, that he would not have enough money to satisfy his desire to buy any of those toys. Neither he nor his mother since they were very poor and this, like many other occasions of limitation, made her heart fill with sorrow and sadness.
Angel Instead of playing like other children, he dedicated himself to doing small jobs such as shining boots, running errands and carrying firewood and he did not go to school but he was good at mathematics, this allowed him to survive even with very little money.
With those small incomes he could stock up on some snacks for himself and his mother without asking in the street, in this way he helped this humble lady who was his delicate mother who also took care of tasks such as ironing the clothes of others or being the service in some houses and between the two of them they had enough money to live moderately in the small shack near the town river.
back to the showcase Angel I could see all kinds of toys, red-skinned Indians who seemed to shout freedom and respect with their bows and arrows; hunter costumes; toy revolvers; cowboy outfits and miniature horses that drew the boy's attention. The infant wondered how much those gadgets that he saw there would cost, what price would that tank or that other beautiful bus have? He saw, he saw and only saw the poor Angel.
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But at night, already lying in his bed, his imagination led him to imagine himself as an airplane pilot, as a ship's sailor, as an explorer and a great variety of characters, but, yes, nothing stole his heart like it did. that little pixie with a green nose, a mischievous look, a lopsided hat and a red jacket that, although it might seem insignificant to him, was impressive.
This little doll came to life expressed with movements every time the store clerk wound it up and made it undertake an extravagant march that was made up of compulsive tremors and steps that made it move forward while the innocent spectator only dilapidated with laughter and began to calculate how long he would have to be saving to be able to pay for that miniature old man.
It would have been a great success to put it to work in his circle of friends who lived in difficult conditions like him, those who congregated in the park to sell candy. It could even be a marketing lure that would catch the attention of different buyers or that of his children. He already imagined listening to his friends screaming Wind it up! Wind it up, Angel! They were going to see him as an entrepreneur, a manager, a…
I'm going to save money! - said the boy to himself - I'm going to be able to buy it because I'm going to save from all the profits from my polishing and from the errands I do for the community and from the loads of firewood!
This took him relatively little time, from when he saw it excited in the store window until the moment he was able to buy it, no more than a month had passed, because although the first thing happened in the first days of December and the second happened The 24th of December. Very special date, in which the tips were good and the purchase could happen very quickly, he had even more money than he needed to buy the pixie.
At night, which was the time when he returned home, he went to the store first and there was a lot of hustle and bustle on the street because apparently people continue to spend money even hours before Christmas dinner, the fact is that he entered the store and He started looking for a seller who would take payment for his wonderful leprechaun when suddenly something unexpected happened.
Angel he met the angel of the scales, his namesake by name. The angel was at a point of intersection of two lights of lamps, calm, with a peace flowing from him and blessing that party. The boy turned to the sides to see if anyone else was watching him and share his excitement with them, but no one else in the entire store had the privilege of seeing the angel.
The child saw the almost translucent angel with a white and resplendent face, very similar to what we see in the stained glass windows of churches, from the winged being came an inexplicable calm. The humanoid figure that he adopted to appear before the child, had in his hand a scale that was nothing more than an allegory to the representation of justice.
Angel He remembered that it was not the first time he had seen him, his mother had told him about him and on more than one occasion he had seen a similar figure, although never as clearly as on that occasion. This was his guardian angel, the same one who appeared to him every time he needed to make a difficult decision.
But on that occasion everything was clear so he did not know why he was there, that is, he had worked hard for his toy and was about to buy his garden monkey that he had loved so much, but the presence of the angel made him think of some things. Suddenly he had visions of his mother washing in the river for hours until the night that was when Angel arrived.
And he understood, he understood that he had the option to choose to give his mother something as a gift that would make her notice that her son had thought of her during his day and suddenly a new sparkle appeared in his eyes, it was the light of consciousness, Seeing this, the guardian angel placed the positive action on one side of the scale intended for that and withdrew.
Angel: Salesman, give me a woman's shirt!
Seller: Is it for your mother? I have the ideal for you.
The young man took a modest and stately shirt that, according to what he shared with the seller, would fit perfectly to the sizes of his working mother and not satisfied with that, he asked that it be wrapped in gift paper.
Angel, the boy left the store with his bundle under his arm and his elf in his pocket, the tips and payments for his parcels had given him enough money to give himself and his mother a little love on that occasion, transmuted into material objects and what is said ran away, although the stories of Honduras, as they have many more stories about angels, maintain that he was almost flying.
Forest was slow compared to Angel who very happily and abundantly shared Christmas gifts that night with his mother who also for her part prepared a cake as best she could on the little burner they had in the shack and, yes, if she can make a cake without an oven, it's just not the same, besides, He gave him the best surprise of all because he told him that they were both going to start studying.
The Clavo Rico mine
The legend of the Clavo Rico mine is part of other of those stories from Honduras that both by extension and simplicity are usually told more than anything to the little ones in the house, when they are not the ones who read them to themselves or others variants of that possibility such as listening to it on the Internet, for example.
In addition to the whole story, it provides a beautiful moral, it all started in the vein, or crack full of exploitable minerals, which was discovered in 1585 in Choluteca, during the colonial period. The future mine was greatly exploited due to the many valuable resources that were extracted from it and that mean that even today it is exploited but to a lesser extent.
Many compare this rich mountain with the famous Dorado that the Spaniards came looking for, inspired by the search for gushing gold, that mythical city whose streets were made of gold and could not be found no matter how hard they searched. Perhaps the closest thing to this could have been to see the splendid works that the Incas did, for example, with the mineral, but, in addition to mines such as Clavo Rico, they did not find great sources of gold.
Although to make up for that disappointment of Clavo Rico they took out many gold nuggets since the mineral abounds in Latin America, which were sent to the Spanish monarchy who financed expeditions and the settlement in the new extension of their empire.
But Clavo Rico, according to stories from Honduras, ran out of gold on the surface and that's why they had to start digging. The first major excavation of the mine was one kilometer long. The workers were working there for many months until they found a wall that they could not easily knock down until many men step by step removed the stones.
After knocking down the wall they found behind it a huge golden lizard that was completely made of pure gold, very similar to the one that in other stories from Honduras we can see that its tail is cut off. Once the leader of the excavation found out, he was very happy and ordered them to extract it, uttering threats up to heaven, according to which not even the angels could see it after that lizard was extracted.
But as soon as the workers put their first hand on the lizard, the cave shook and collapsed completely, leaving all of them dead under the weight of having fallen on top of a whole mountain.
From all this history we get the idea or the moral that it is important to respect the mysteries and mythical and extraordinary beings that are from nature, regardless of whether they are gold and for commercial reasons of humans we want to take advantage of them to enrich fortunes and populations, in short, that although money is very important, respect is much more important.
the two orphans
The story of the two orphans tells a story that although it is for children if a seed of terror sneaks into its lyrics, in this story some things are told about the devil that from now on we will call: tailed. But also as in other stories from Honduras we can find in it many references to nature and above all, to its elemental energies and that are directed at humans in the form of animals that support us to overcome adversity.
have you seen the movie The night of the fireflies?, we ask you because it can help you create an image in your mind of these two orphans, these from the stories of Honduras were two children who also lost their two parents for violent reasons and since they were not happy or respected in their His relatives decided to go live on the street.
Indeed, it was what they did, they had been living in an emergency shelter bunker in the town for months and no conscious adult or support institution had had the sensitivity to shelter them in any way. They were a boy and a girl, the boy was older about 10 or 11 years old and the girl about 5 or 6, he made some money carrying bags in the markets but he didn't give them enough to eat.
On a certain occasion the boy passed by a farm that belonged to a man who was not well-liked in the town, he was very bitter and told himself, perhaps jokingly, perhaps seriously, that it was the very same tailed. The boy did not know the rumors and seeing that his trees bore many fruits he began to steal from him at night.
On one of those occasions in which the boy entered the hacienda at nightfall, he was caught by the landowner and was already suffering a beating in punishment when he began, shouting, to explain his story and his unfortunate situation, according to stories from Honduras, this moved the heart of tailed and told the boy to take his sister that he was going to help them.
So it was done and the tailed he received them, the girl as cook and the boy to take care of the field that he used to steal. Over the days his host became more cruel and more tyrannical because he had already lost the little goodness that he supposedly had felt and he had already hatched a plan to make those souls reach hell. But the children were lucky like so many children in other traditional stories.
But then one day while the girl was trying to cook, a hummingbird appeared at the window and told her without using words what situation she was in, told her that they had to leave and that they, the animals of the forest, would help them.
The plan was to challenge the tailed to dance on some wooden boards that were over a well but before that change the boards so that he would fall and at the bottom, as there was boiling water, he would die and return to hell from where he should never have come out. Then the children, to get rid of being persecuted, had to put the remains in a jar and give it to a frog that was going to take those remains to some place that no one could know.
And so it happened, the tailed Since he was very competitive, he could not stand being challenged to do something and went to dance on the boards that broke, starting the trick that brought the children back to life and since then they understood that no matter how precarious a situation was, as their poverty was for them, they could always overcome it if they had their freedom.
Horror stories
Terror is without a doubt one of the strongest impulses in humans to elucubrate and create stories that let the imagination run wild, but are these stories from Honduras products of human inventiveness or were these stories ever seen in that country of beautiful beaches? mysterious figures that could scare anyone.
The Tongue Eater
The Tongue Eater It is a winged beast that was seen for the first time flying in the skies of the department of Nacaome and although it scared the residents a lot, it seemed that it simply appeared and disappeared without harming anyone until after that same night, the next day they began to see herds of carcasses whose carcasses shared a common characteristic.
The cattle were dead in the pens but the only thing missing was their tongues and their jaws were dislocated as if they had been fighting but the rest of their bodies were fine, this went on for a few months until the herds practically disappeared, and for only to disappear the tongue that creature was called The Tongue Eater that, like him lion bird in his time he scared Hondurans so much, he became part of the tales of Honduras.
The witch hill
United States of Tegucigalpa and El Sitio are two Honduran settlements that have direct access to Cerro Brujo, a mountain that has come to have this name due to different anecdotes that occur on the hill and have been told from generation to generation for more than 70 years.
Some skeptics say that they are just stories from Honduras to scare children, but others like Mrs. Paula Sierra they tell stories that make us think a lot about whether or not that hill will be a witch, her testimony, one of the most popular among those who investigate these issues, goes back to her childhood when she was already in her sixties and thanks to him we are sure that in that hill at least the tailed
when the lady Sierra She was a girl on one occasion she passed in front of the hill and saw a ball of fire that descended from the top to the foot of the hill, lit up but without burning anything until it reached the base and made a great noise, well, her father told her to go She owed it to a person who had sold her soul to evil. Or maybe she was a curious girl following her father?
These stories from Honduras seem to feed off each other and be interconnected, what is known apart from Cerro Brujo is that not even builders, journalists or explorers have been able to intervene in space without beginning to experience strange situations that turn off their cameras, uncontrol their clocks and they sink or lose their machines and baggage.
The story of mythological Honduras of the chorca
the chorca It is an almost mythological figure that appears in the stories of Honduras and has as characteristics that it has an excessive taste for blood, it can be compared to vampires in that sense, but from its myth, stories that are somewhat more sinister than we can see in movies.
A the chorca Above all, he likes the taste of babies' blood, which is why he has sometimes taken them, leaving them dry in their cribs. This causes great fear for Honduran couples and mothers. The church maintains that it can be solved if children are baptized and that is why, with the intention of preventing children, they are baptized almost as soon as they are born.
the chorca In view of this shortening of the term to get the flavor that he likes the most, he stopped appearing so often but stories continue to be heard in Honduras that accuse his reappearance or the frustration of his plans on one occasion or another.
It is said that on one occasion he even tried to dry a baby that was still in his mother's womb and if it was not for a man who was passing by on the street in front and came to help because of the many and thunderous cries he heard, the chorca, would have fulfilled its fateful goal.
The Casemate woman
According to stories from Honduras, when the Casamata Police Station was newly founded, every Friday there was the same village of low-class thieves as it was Emeterius, that he was already a known repeat offender who had spent many nights in jail for participating in street fights.
on a certain occasion Emeterius he had left his opponent so badly that the policemen warned him that if he were to die he would be arrested immediately and that the trial would surely sentence him to many years in prison.
This frightened the poor rascal so much that he began to cry at the prospect of living out the rest of his life in prison. It was a really uncomfortable place, there were no beds, nowhere to lie down, all the prisoners slept on the floor, at very cold temperatures and without lighting, so much so that sometimes they approached each other but only to avoid hypothermia.
It was in one of these crushes that the prisoners that night got a big scare because suddenly they began to see that next to Emeterius there was a woman in a blue dress who was stroking his hair. They began to shout to be taken out immediately, the prisoners called the guards frightened by the woman.
When the police arrived they did not see anyone and they thought that it was just a riot of the prisoners so they doubled security, they checked all the other cells of the newly opened barracks and they did not see any women and as the days passed the only new thing was that the man to whom Emeterius almost kills he recovered just as if he had never fought with anyone.
The main troublemaker who was the type of man who drinks in bars and brings problems to society, as in some stories from Honduras, regained his freedom although five days later he was in jail again but now for a more serious problem since he had offended a deputy. While in jail, the strange woman reappeared and was seen by the prisoners this time, they even tried to stop her but she began to float and there it did scare everyone but between screams she gradually vanished into the air.
It is not known how lucky it was Emeterius he got out of jail so fast but after a week the deputy dropped the charges; However, what happened next surprised many because it turns out that they found in the cell where he was confined a rosary of white stones that, according to the police chief and the stories of Honduras, had belonged to his mother 20 years ago and that he had even been inside her coffin when she was buried.
the best alms
This is one of those stories from Honduras that reveal the terrifying facets that even living humans can have, because it tells the story of a beggar who died in the deplorable conditions typical of the lives of these beings. Had this story not been in this short story selection, it could also have been in a local newspaper that will tell the story with death headlines.
The story is that of an elderly man who lived on the street, had recently been released from prison because he had killed a person. There are countries in which these sentences can be lifelong or cover only many years of life, but that seems to be in the most recent legislation, while in the old ones, shorter periods are seen to pay for this, or at least that is what these stories allow us to see. from Honduras.
The man was dilapidated, impoverished, depressed, eating from garbage and manure, unable to find work due to his criminal record and with a disease that made it very difficult for him to walk.
He came to a house to ask for alms and knocked on the door without knowing that death itself was going to present him, he had knocked on the house of another murderer who was also a social resentment and when he opened it with a revolver in his hand and saw that man lying On the ground, dirty and with outstretched hands, his heart was stirred and then what the stories of Honduras have happened.
Beggar: Alms! Alms! please Alms! She yelled, "I'm hungry!" I'm starving!
And it is here where the compassion of the bandit showed, who after leaving him dead with a shot told him:
This is the best I can offer you.
Perhaps it is true, perhaps that was the best thing I had to give because of what they say that we only give the best we have and that is how, among all the stories of Honduras, this one in particular has to show us what can happen when a being meets his own reflection, that is, simply when one assassin knocks on another's door.
the mysterious lights
In Santa Regina, a Honduran town that is located between the slopes of a mountain, for some time a series of lights appeared as in none of the stories of Honduras. The villagers tried to reason and figure out what was the logical reason for the appearance of those enigmatic lights, but no one came up with an accurate answer that would convince everyone and leave them happy.
Some said that they were surely people who came down from the mountain at night but the lights were too clear to be a lamp in the jungle, others said that they were car lights but since they were on a mountain this argument did not make sense since there wasn't even a road in that space.
Some others thought they were UFOs but despite the probability among these stories from Honduras they seem to be the explanations that least spring to the imagination. Otherwise, the most popular option was one according to which it was a light representation, and perhaps even their own souls, of a tragic event that had happened many years ago in Santa Regina.
There was no certainty of who the people involved had been, but among the older ladies of the town they heard that old story again according to which two gentlemen had fought to the death and a child who was the son of one and godfather of the other treated them. separate but also died trying.
The enigmatic lights due to their behavior recalled that story that the grandmothers had been told by their grandmothers and that because it was so old it was not specified who had been involved, according to what the ladies interpreted the lights that were two large ones on the sides and one small in the middle that appeared on dark nights, represented the child and the adults.
These large lights moved away from each other and suddenly collided again in the center repeatedly until the power and potency of both the clashes and the very vision of the lights faded away. For the grandmothers, when this happened it was because they were representing the end of the fight when they were already very tired but they did not stop fighting.
These enigmatic and mysterious lights were from a certain point interpreted as the representation of a fight between friends that ended with the lives of these and a child, the story is told by the lights and they became part of the mysterious, terrifying but at the same time moving tales of Honduras.
Short stories from Honduras
The short stories of Honduras are one of the series that are already bringing us closer to the end of this selection of narratives and that have allowed us to peek to see what we find in the collective unconscious, as I would say Jung, of the Hondurans, but if we see them with newer eyes like those of a child, we can say that they have allowed us to be amazed, frightened, excited and ask ourselves questions.
Although there are few words, there are many adventures and events that sometimes dislodge us and others lead us to enjoy a lot of the inventiveness that we find in the stories of Honduras.
the screamer
The screamer appears among the stories of Honduras just as it appears among the Bolivian myths and in both countries anecdotes of the same are related that are very similar, but, in which it is clear that there is no true evidence of its appearance in Honduras.
However, peasants and day laborers who know all or almost all the sounds made by jungle animals tell us that there is a certain sound like a kind of scream that comes from nature and does not correspond to any animal, these sounds usually later associated with events that happen to men who walk the forest and has caused trauma and death among Honduran families.
the shod mule
That surprise that we have been commenting on is the case of what happens to us with the story of the mule shoed, which is one of those stories from Honduras before which we can stay in a few words: cold.
It turns out that a long time ago on a certain occasion a young woman and her mother suffered a terrible accident with a mule, the animal had gotten out of control and attacked the mother leaving all her bones broken. Her daughter took care of her mother for three days but then she went looking for bandages for the casts in the capital, but when she arrived in Tegucigalpa she found out from a neighbor that her mother had died .
The stories of Honduras tell that after a time and by a moonlight that fell on the grave of the lady, the doña revived but turned into a hybrid being that was half woman and half mule, who could even be see the horseshoes that the animal had on its hooves stand out.
El Timbo
Like the Big Foot el Timbo, that no, it does not go from the drum to the drum, it was or is a cryptic being although cryptozoology has not had great overtones of it; however, this animal that the locals of Sabanagrande have seen walking upright like a human is extremely dangerous and causes a lot of fear even though its diet is based on buried human bones.
El Timbo As has been seen, it has long hooves capable of digging any type of soil and its figure is humanoid but covered with red fur from which red eyes that glow in the dark protrude.
When in the mornings some cemetery land is observed that was removed and the desecrated grave is usually attributed to the Timbo who, according to the stories of Honduras, takes the bones out of the old tombs of the dead whose relatives no longer visit and eats them.
The goblin
Among Latin American legends it is common to find the figure of the goblin, from Argentina to Mexico and from Brazil to Ecuador, that is, from width to length, we can see goblins, gnomes or similar figures that beyond decorating the gardens can be the core or cause of various stories as in the case of the stories of Honduras.
If you ask an old Honduran, especially if he is a farmer or cultivates the land, he will tell us that goblins are not mythical beings but that they are very real like any other with the difference that they are small and are usually hidden in the bushes. In addition, they become fond of women and sometimes they can cause one or another problem because they are very naughty.
According to Honduran tales, these mischievous and mysterious beings do not appear all the time, but when they are out there you have to be very careful not to challenge them because they are excellent fighters who, when they have the opportunity, can deliver tremendous beatings to their opponents.
The haunted house of Santa Rosa de Copán
The haunted house of Santa Rosa de Copán tells a story that, like that of any haunted house, when young people listen to it they begin to argue, but, although there are no chronicles, no journalistic notes, no police reports that have made a record of the events, it is said that the reasons why the house is haunted and no one can sleep in it without dying the next day are as follows.
It turns out that many years ago in this same house lived two orphaned children and a priest who was in charge of taking care of them, but there came a day when they all appeared dead in strange situations and since then the house for more and various caregivers that it has had has not been able to be completely inhabited and less remodeled without the house itself being transformed to how it was originally.
the legend of the cyclops
I touch your mouth It is a story of the Argentine Julio Cortazar who also talks about Cyclopes and just by chance shows us that the appearance of this figure among the tales of Honduras is not so strange, that if we review other regional tales it does not appear so frequently, but its imprint does come to us from somewhere and makes it unquestionable and true that there have been Cyclopes in Latin America.
This is the case of what happened in the jungle area of Mosquitia, department of the coastal country, to two people who on a certain occasion were going through the forest on a Sunday walk that unfortunately was the last of their lives or at least They did so peacefully.
Already immersed in the jungle Julian Velazquez and a friend of his who was a witch suddenly found themselves in a small town that they had never known and had never heard of, but when they noticed its inhabitants they realized that they had only one eye and were extremely tall and fat.
They ran away immediately, but no matter how fast they tried to get out of there, they couldn't flee and were trapped by the Cyclops, beings they believed to be mythological and that had not been seen in Honduras until that moment.
Since the Cyclopes were so fast and strong they overtook and seized them with unspeakable ease and began to feed them five times a day until the first of them grew fat enough to whet his appetite and make his taste buds salivate, Velázquez he saw his friend beheaded and then eaten.
Desperate, he tried to escape and to his luck he succeeded but it is said that he now lives in Laguna Seca and that he does not speak at all about these issues, in addition, when they even mention any of the stories of Honduras, he orders to silence whoever is have said it.
In these strange circumstances we will say goodbye paying homage to the great storyteller, the Argentine writer Julio Cortazar that like Jorge montenegro, a lighthouse extolling the tales of his homeland Honduras, has inspired us and left a mark both on us and on literature, here is a quote from I touch your mouth, part of chapter 7 of Hopscotch, 1963:
«You look at me, closely you look at me, closer and closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer and closer and the eyes get bigger, they get closer to each other, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confused...»
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