Mburukujá was a beautiful English girl who had come to land Guarani of accompanying his father, a captain in the army of the Crown. Mburukujá was not his Christian name, but the sweet nickname given him a native Guarani she loved in secret and with which he was hiding, as his father would never have approved such a relationship. In fact, his father had decided that she marry a captain to whom he thought worthy of winning the hand of his only daughter.
When I revealed the wedding plans, she begged him not condemned to be consumed with a man she did not love, but his entreaties only managed to turn the wrath of his father. The maid wept inconsolably, trying to touch the heart of his father's inflexible, but the old captain not only confirmed his decision but also informed him that he should remain confined at home until the holding of wedding.
Mburukujá had to be content with seeing his beloved from her bedroom window, as it was not permitted to leave the gardens at night and hardly managed to circumvent parental monitoring. However, he sent a servant of his trust to report on their bleak future.
The young Indian was not resigned to losing his beloved, and every night he approached the house trying to see her for hours watching the place, and only when realized that the first rays of the sun could accuse her position was removed with a heavy heart, but not before playing a melancholy tune on his flute.
Mburukujá could not see, but these sounds came to his ears and filled with joy, and confirming that the love between them was as alive as ever. But one morning and was not lulled by the sharp sound of the flute. In vain waited night after night around her lover. Imagined that the young Indian might be wounded in the jungle, or perhaps had been the victim of some wild beast, but not resigned to believe that he had forgotten his love for her.
The sweet girl fell into sadness. His skin, once white and bright as the first snow, turned gray and dull, and his eyes no longer sparkled with beautiful shiny purple. Her red lips that used to smile, closed on a sad reminder that no one could find out his unrequited love.
however, sat outside his window, dreaming of someday appear see her lover. After several days was in the bushes near the figure of an old India. She was the mother of her lover, who approached the window told him that the boy had been killed by the captain, who had discovered the hidden romance of her daughter. Mburukujá seemed to regain his strength, and escaping through the window followed the old woman to the place where lay the body of her lover.
Distraught with grief dug a grave with his own hands, and after depositing in it the body of her beloved old confessed to India to end his own life because he had lost the only thing that tied into this world. He took an arrow from his beloved, and then ask the woman who once everything was accomplished cover their graves and let rest eternally together, stuck in the middle of your chest. Mburukujá collapsed beside the body of one who in life had loved.
The old woman watched amazed as the feathers attached to the arrow began to transform in a strange flower that sprang from the heart of Mburukujá, but kept his promise and covered the tomb of young lovers. It was not long before the Indians who roamed the area began to talk of a rare plant that had never before seen, and whose flowers close at night and open with the first rays of the sun, as if the new day will give life.
Note: The Jesuits, flower mburucuyá identified with the attributes of Christian love, the crown of thorns, three nails, the five wounds and ropes that were tied to Jesus at Calvary. And in the red and irregular fruit, the religious thought they saw drops of blood coagulated Christ. This flower is so unique, is closed as if they wither at sunset, and taking its natural shine opens at dawn.
Mburukujá could not see, but these sounds came to his ears and filled with joy, and confirming that the love between them was as alive as ever. But one morning and was not lulled by the sharp sound of the flute. In vain waited night after night around her lover. Imagined that the young Indian might be wounded in the jungle, or perhaps had been the victim of some wild beast, but not resigned to believe that he had forgotten his love for her.
The sweet girl fell into sadness. His skin, once white and bright as the first snow, turned gray and dull, and his eyes no longer sparkled with beautiful shiny purple. Her red lips that used to smile, closed on a sad reminder that no one could find out his unrequited love.
however, sat outside his window, dreaming of someday appear see her lover. After several days was in the bushes near the figure of an old India. She was the mother of her lover, who approached the window told him that the boy had been killed by the captain, who had discovered the hidden romance of her daughter. Mburukujá seemed to regain his strength, and escaping through the window followed the old woman to the place where lay the body of her lover.
Distraught with grief dug a grave with his own hands, and after depositing in it the body of her beloved old confessed to India to end his own life because he had lost the only thing that tied into this world. He took an arrow from his beloved, and then ask the woman who once everything was accomplished cover their graves and let rest eternally together, stuck in the middle of your chest. Mburukujá collapsed beside the body of one who in life had loved.
The old woman watched amazed as the feathers attached to the arrow began to transform in a strange flower that sprang from the heart of Mburukujá, but kept his promise and covered the tomb of young lovers. It was not long before the Indians who roamed the area began to talk of a rare plant that had never before seen, and whose flowers close at night and open with the first rays of the sun, as if the new day will give life.
Note: The Jesuits, flower mburucuyá identified with the attributes of Christian love, the crown of thorns, three nails, the five wounds and ropes that were tied to Jesus at Calvary. And in the red and irregular fruit, the religious thought they saw drops of blood coagulated Christ. This flower is so unique, is closed as if they wither at sunset, and taking its natural shine opens at dawn.
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