This is a legend, by José Maria Cane. It explains why the moon waxes and wanes, through a mythical percpective. It is a story of a gypsy woman, of the Romani people, and her love for a man of the Cale tribe. Marriage between tribe was forbidden, so the gypsy conjures the moon, asking to marry that man. The moon agrees to grant the gypsy's wish with one condition. Her first born child will be given to the moon (female in spanish) whose only wish is to be a mother. The translation below reveals the rest of the story. Enjoy.
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"Fool is he who does not understand
Tells a legend
That a female gypsy
Conjured the moon until dawn
Crying she would ask
That the day would come
For she to marry a gypsy of Cale
You shall have your man of dark skin
From the sky spoke the full moon
But in return I want
The first-born child
You breed from him
Because who sacrifices her son
In order to not be alone
Would barely love him
Moon, you want to be mother
And you can’t find love
That will make you woman
Tell me, moon of silver
What do you intend to de
With a child of skin?
Ah.. Son of the moon
From a cinnamon father was born a child
As white as the back of an ermine
With grey eyes
Instead of olive
An albino child of the moon
Damned be his stamp
This is a foreigner’s child
And I will not remain silent
The gypsy man, thinking he’s been dishonored
Approached his woman, a knife in his hand
“Whose son is this?
You’ve cheated on me”
And stabbed her to death
Then he walked up the mountain
With the child in his arms
And there he abandoned him
And in the nights when the moon is full
Perhaps it is because the child is in a good mood
And if the child cries
The moon shall wane
To make the child a cradle
And if the child cries
The moon shall wane
To make the child a cradle.."
#Gypsy #Hijodelaluna
24 янв 2021
