La que no para de llorar

The wailing woman turned into the vagabond spirit of a woman who carries a child in the quadril, alludes to her name because she wanders crying on the roads. It is said that he never sees his face and cries of shame and regret for what he did to his family.

Those who have seen him say that she is a revolted and muddy woman, reddish eyes, dirty dresses and frayed. He carries in his arms a bullet like a newborn child. He does not harm people, but they make his complaints and screams terrify screaming at his son.

The apparitions take place in solitary places, from eight o'clock in the evening until five o'clock in the morning. Its favorite sites are the gorges, lagoons and deep puddles, where you can hear the chapaleo and the woeful ayes. They appear to the unfaithful men, the perverts, the drunkards, the players and, finally, to all beings who walk with evil deeds.

Tradition says that the crying woman demands from the people help to carry the child; When he receives it, he frees himself from the punishment by becoming the weeping person who has received it. Other eversions say that it is the spirit of a woman who jealously killed the mother and set fire to the house with her mother inside, receiving from her, in the moment of agonizing the curse that condemned her: "You will walk without God and without saint Mary, pursuing men on the paths of the plain. "

During the civil war, it was established in the Villa de las Palmas or Purificación, a General Command, where people gathered from different parts of the country.

One of his captains, of unworthy conduct and who found in the war an amusing adventure to relieve his past of mourning of assault and crime, settled with his wife in this town, that soon left to continue in the fight.

   Her afflicted and abandoned wifewenttodressmaking so as not to starve while her husband returned and ended the war.In the course of time the people circulated the news of the death of the captain and the poor lady kept rigorous mourning until a soldier who was part of the battalion of recruits who came from the capital to the south appeared to him, but that by special circumstances , He had to delay in that locality some weeks.The widow convinced of the assertions about the death of her husband, believed to find in that new love a lenitive for his grief, accepted the young man and intimated with him.The days of passionless madness passed quickly and again the seamstress savored the abandonment, the loneliness, the poverty and smoldering the tears by the absence of her beloved.This adventurer left indelible marks on the troubled woman, because in a few days she felt the fruit of her love in her heart.The time passed without hearing of his beloved. The longing became tender when she realized that the nine moons of her gestation were fulfilled.A battalion of combatants returned from the south the same day that the seamstress gave birth to a pale, flaccid child. That silent and poor cartridge was glad with the weeping of the little one.In the course of time the people circulated the news of the death of the captain and the poor lady kept rigorous mourning until a soldier who was part of the battalion of recruits who came from the capital to the south appeared to him, but that by special circumstances , He had to delay in that locality some weeks.

The widow convinced of the assertions about the death of her husband, believed to find in that new love a lenitive for his grief, accepted the young man and intimated with him.
The days of passionless madness passed quickly and again the seamstress savored the abandonment, the loneliness, the poverty and smoldering the tears by the absence of her beloved.
This adventurer left indelible marks on the troubled woman, because in a few days she felt the fruit of her love in her heart.
The time passed without hearing of his beloved. The longing became tender when she realized that the nine moons of her gestation were fulfilled.
A battalion of combatants returned from the south the same day that the seamstress gave birth to a pale, flaccid child. That silent and poor cartridge was glad with the weeping of the little one.
On the evening of the same day a neighbor came running to her house, informing her that her husband, the captain, had not died, because without fear of being mistaken, she had just seen him among the troop corps arriving at the camp.
In such an annoying moment, this news was like to faint, not for the case that had only a few hours before endured, as for the physical exhaustion in which it was. Thousands of thoughts flowed into his feverish mind. She rose resolutely from her bed. He put on a frayed robe on his shoulders, took the newborn baby, wrapped him tightly, grabbed him tightly against his chest, believing they would be snatched from him, and without closing the door he left the hut, running with difficulty. He walked down the dark, bush-lined path protected by the black cloak of the night.
Thick raindrops began to fall, he kept running, the clouds were thicker, the storm broke out with more fury. The light of lightning illuminated the road. Nature shook with death throes. The demented woman was crying. The streams grew, they overflowed. At the end of the path he found the first stream, but the woman could not see. He entered the impetuous current that quickly rolled over. The waters roared. In her roaring roars a woman's lament seemed to be heard.