Essay on the flap and Pombero.
OF FLAP AND Pombero: A LITTLE IN A LITTLE JOKE AND SERIOUSLY
AND A VERY BEAUTIFUL LULLABY FOR THE SUMMER NAPS
I've seen on the blog that have addressed the flap ... Was old and "fierce" in the days when my grandfather was trying to control me with it, threatening me with its terrible evil in the hot hours of the siesta there in Cayastacito (truth be told: Don Amaranth, had little success in that effort, happily ...) How will
now decrepit, wrinkled or do will have been a 'lifting' and / or 'peeling', and / or / or other skin stretches more? If it is even capable of having been put silicone in the ... the ... (ejemmm) and also in ... in ... (again ejemm) (for more gaily shake this part, of course, as was one politician who "stole to the crown, which was a man of payments of the grapes and the poma).
Yet - bug or old terrifying monster metaphysical or whatever it is - despite the passing years and the expected infirmities of old age, continues his ancient and ignoble profession repugnant always enjoying the pleasure of scaring kids. And, "pa 'Pior" in the best times: those of the siesta, in the summer.
ask, now that (by Penguin) is easy: That being detestable, not think about retirement ...? The first is to see it allowed to tell him that I offer - free - ANSES formalities.
The truth is that I will not do for her, because she does not deserve "to benefit from the enjoyment of pension benefits" who has devoted his life to an activity so repugnant: I'm going to do for many ZAMBULLON and "mojarriadas" lost boys in the stream of Cayastacito, because of him solemnly lift
the face of the earth is just protest: Hear mortal, listen: This bug (or "bug"), or witch, or hag, or all together and even more so - or whatever it was yesterday, today or is it tomorrow and always, until the end of time - however flap is called, has no right to deprive children of the unforgettable sensations and shivers of pleasure that the fresh water on the bodies at 40 °, 45 ° or more degrees (Celsius scale, not the Fahrenheit). Embargoed
the deepest imaginable pain shot through my soul and the most infinite sadness, I go "to ask the wise men":
what valuables may remember tomorrow the boys of my people, when they get older yes - fear that monster called Tab - can not escape the stream ...?
Y - top - like little loss of aqueous dips are deprived of the unique pleasure of tasting the delicacy of a few sunfish chips (the more evil tight in the belly, most delicious, as everyone knows . Nothing in this statement no personal merit or any gourmet discovery, is the purest "cultural heritage" and tested empirically, I swear).
If one believed that I am exaggerating, that the uprooting "I have chapita" or that - a modern Don Quixote sort of legal / leguleyo - I wiped the brain, from reading "styled cars xx" (instead of chivalric romances, such as reading the great character manchego), or that I am attacked any other intellectual or spiritual imbalance, you are invited to read the blog of Cayastacito and can see for themselves beyond doubt, that memories of bathing and fish in the stream, are central - and recurrent - in the souls of those who came to do the catharsis at the site.
Unfortunately, there are only boys of my people shall subject to such "barbaric privations, through the use of these terrifying monsters. In all of our north from the provinces of Corrientes upward, Paraguay and southern Brazil, is the same. That there is only our overlaps the prevailing, there is awful fear imposed by another to be evil, by the name of "Pombero."
The 'above', is responsible for fulfilling the same functions as our fearsome known ignoble compatriot. This is and remains clear: both are cruel privadores del inalienable derecho al libre albedrío, del que debieran disfrutar ilimitadamente todos los niños, en las siestas del estío.
El Pombero se diferencia de la Solapa en que tiene - digamos – una “aplicación utilitaria” o una “incumbencia” considerablemente más amplia que nuestra terrorífica “amiga”: lleva al monte a los chicos malos y desobedientes (y también a los buenos, se murmura); defiende a los pájaros, si se los hondea; manda sequías espantosas; inundaciones de antología; lluvias superiores a las del diluvio universal; etc., etc... (Mal que nos pese, debemos admitir que nuestra Solapa no llega a esos niveles de perversidad).
The truth is that the above punishment or rewards - it gives you the same thing or something - casual oblivious to any sense of equity and / or justice (in the form of the Greek Goddess Fortuna which blew goods or evil at will, on the fate of men.)
is not known very well as physically, for what is believed to be endowed with the power to take various forms.
So sometimes take anthropomorphic aspect: It is described as a short man's hat down over his ears, too dark (if not a black, evil doing) and very hairy, the bearded, long whiskers very bushy eyebrows, deformed, as would foot back (to confuse the tracker); lewd and daring with the girls (and not so young, because it is not ungrateful eh), etc.., etc.
On other occasions, assume anthropozoomorphic ways: It is alleged that looks like a capybara (or 'capybara') tall on its hind legs. What is clear is that his ugliness is greater, the greater has been the "julep", which was unfortunate that "appeared to him."
And yet, despite the nasty jobs that are devoted to those two, both appear - to clearly undeservedly - in poetry. For example, a jacket on the flap, can be reached through one of the connections of the blog. Read
poetic composition that led me to remember a beautiful lullaby, designed for mothers call their children sleep in the hot summer naps.
is entitled "Child Rhupá" (or "Niñorhupá"), which in Guarani language means "child's bed." As is also the name given to a tree, I think it is possible to imagine a cradle built with timber from these species, as a union or convergence of elements and tree bed.
The geographic spread of this species forest extends from the province of Corrientes to the north, and grows in abundance in the Jungle Tucumano - Salta.
In poetry, these are sacred and profane: the Child Jesus and the Pombero, in short. That is, there are religious syncretism, which is fairly common in parts of the NEA and NOA.
The song was performed beautifully by Jorge Cafrune, among others. I leave and I say goodbye. CHILD
RHUPÁ
Lyrics: Alber C. Mancilla
Music: Edgard Romero Maciel
The siesta has been blonde,
dorándola The sun is,
And with her breath burned
The ears of corn.
not go, son,
That way next to Espinillar
The waiting Pomberito
And the mountain will lead you.
Sleep, while I take care
That none disturb your peace, come
And
Contigo Baby Jesus in the dream to play.
The mountain is the wood pigeon cooing
a song for you And the wind has silenced his voice,
For you, son, sleep
And you dream with me;
Sleep, sleep and ...
Sleep, sleep and ...
Sleep, sleep now ...
Research and editing: Guillermo Horacio Gerarduzzi.
Thanks man for your help.
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