The birth of the guitar

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Hello dear friends of the Voz, thank you for being present on my blog and accompanying with the reading of my post. Navigating the web I cross with this beautiful legend of how the guitar was born, a beautiful story of love and companionship, I hope it is to your liking.

Legend has it that long ago in Indian times, in a village far from the Indian village lived a man named Hilario, a good and kind but somewhat lonely man.

The sunrises and sunsets have seen him in the company of solitude, his music, the stillness of the plain and the sadness of the countryside.

He walked through the nearby towns hoping to meet a woman to accompany his life, that beautiful woman he had seen in his dream.

She dreamed daily of a beautiful young woman who kept company in her home, dreamed that they lived happily, the house was the same but better decorated, full of beautiful flowers of all colors and birds of all species, sang at her entrance gate to Ranch.

One morning he met Rosa, a lovely creole, nice and funny, a neighbor in a nearby town, since that day Hilario's life changed forever.

The gaucho lived happily with his beloved, the sunrises and sunsets were no longer solitary, the ranch had become a beautiful home as he had dreamed, full of floral plants of all colors and hundreds of birds trinaban in their tranquera Red stick

A true concert at the beginning and end of the day, it was the gift of the local birds, the wind brought love, peace and hope, filled the house with fresh air and happiness, the moon lay more time on the house of Hilario giving away flashes of Love to this couple of lovers, the sun entered quietly through the crack of the door, to catch the naked couple after a long night of love, blushing as he witnessed the beautiful body of the beautiful woman.

But like all things nothing is forever, destiny works mysteriously and in matters of love is very capricious. One day the gaucho left his beloved wife alone, he had to attend a neighboring village.

They ignored what had prepared the capricious destiny, they took leave with a huge kiss, not knowing that this serial the last one.

There was a cacique named Amuray, an eternal lover of Rosa, although Rosa had rejected him several times, he did not lose hope and constantly went looking for it, as you know the one who seeks, one day he found his beloved Rosa, much angered him. Cacique when he learned that Rosa accepted Hilario's love, I swear under the moon that his love would come, Amuray could not contain her anger, she decided that she had to kidnap the beautiful woman, she had only to wait for the right moment, since then the Far away he watched the movements of the amorous couple.

The destiny favored to Amuray to fulfill its mission, noting the absence of Hilario and being Rosa alone ended its evil work.

When the gaucho returned from his exhausting journey, he arrived home eagerly to see his dear Rosa, ignoring the terrible news that awaited him, found his home empty, in the backyard there were signs of fighting and horse tracks that came out From the ranch to Indian lands, the gaucho reached conclusions and went in search of the feared kidnapper, managed to reach halfway, the men braided in a fierce struggle, but finally Hilario was able to recover his beloved who was agonizing, taking it in Her arms she surrendered in her beloved's arm and passed away.

Desperate, I cry without consolation for his beloved Rosa, while he cried his name, the night took him by surprise, sat on the floor with his love in his arms, with his head tilted to his heart, trying to hear a few beats of life, The dream overcame him and he fell asleep.

The next day the first rays of light awoke the gaucho, he woke up in the hope that it was only a dream, from afar he heard beautiful melodies, when he opened his eyes his beloved was gone, in his arms was a wooden box in Form of woman, when playing it came angelic and mysterious melodies.

His beloved love, for divine gift returned on guitar, to accompany him for the rest of his life, with her sing every morning and sunset.

The beautiful guitar plays the role to accompany the pains and feelings of those who have the gift of making their magic melodies, this is the true birth of the instrument in the form of a woman, for divine gift Rosa was born as a guitar.


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Fuente: http://piruja56.blogspot.com.ar/2014/10/leyenda-de-la-guitarra.html

José Luis
Corrientes Argentina