The legend of which I am going to speak to you today has many versions in the world and even several pieces of music have been written. Although the versions can change two or three details, the argument will always be the same: the people who continue to love the other, despite his death. Be comfortable to read this story calmly.

They say that the undertaker of the town was in love with one of the most beautiful girls. Everyone knew that he longed for her, that he adored her, but because of his profession, the undertaker of the dead, he dared not approach her. The girl also knew it and let the gravedigger watch her from afar with adoration, but also with desire. One cold November afternoon, the town shuddered with ominous news: that young and beautiful woman was dying.

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When the gravedigger heard the news, he went mad with pain and anguish. He could not die the woman he loved so much without knowing about him, about his love. But life is a strange thing and after a few days, the woman died in her house, surrounded by her loved ones. When the four men who carried the coffin on their shoulders stepped on the cemetery door, they began to hear a murmur: there was the gravedigger to bury the woman he loved so much. The undertaker wanted to make the grave in a place separated from the other tombs. With his hands, only he opened the hole where they would sow their great love. When the woman was buried, the gravedigger fell kneeling, tired of so much sadness and desolation.

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After that day, the gravedigger planted many types of flowers near the tomb of the woman: gardenias and lilies and roses. The flowers began to grow under the care of that man who saw in this action, the demonstration of his love for the dead woman. After sowing flowers, he wanted to plant trees so he spent all day pruning, watering, all the plants. The day was spent sitting next to the girl's grave and there were many people who heard him talking and singing to the cold grave every night. While he spent the whole day in the cemetery, he stopped eating, bathing, sleeping. Many people even said that he looked like a dead person in life. It was so that the gravedigger left his job and devoted himself exclusively to caring for the grave of his beloved. Every day he cleaned, cut the leaves, sowed more flowers. He had stopped going to his house, so he slept on the cold marble stone.

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On the first warm night of spring, when a thick mist mingled with the breeze and the perfume of the cemetery's flowers expanded beyond its walls, the gravedigger took his tools and gave a sharp blow to the marble gravestone Gray. Pieces of stone fell everywhere and strong blows were heard throughout the garden bloomed. After several hours, in the middle of the silence and under the shelter of the full moon, the gravedigger removed the naked bones of the grave.

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The next morning, when sunlight was projected over the village, a rumor spread like wildfire: the beautiful woman's tomb had been shattered and her bones had been blown to pieces. Neighbors fearing for the gravedigger's life ran frantically home. There they found the threshold open and in procession walked to the main room. The image that the neighbors saw, thanks to a dim light that entered through the door, left everyone speechless and tears began to roll on their faces. There, in the white bed on the silk sheets, the lifeless body of the gravedigger and beside him, a pile of bones tied together.

Around here I share with you a video, that although the song is in Spanish, the images speak for themselves: