Mystic tree of my payments the last guayacán

Source: http://elbosquedeindara.blogspot.com.ar/2013/01/el-arbol-mariposa.html

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Guayacan is a beautiful tree of my land, it is found throughout America, it grows in warm climate zones, it can reach up to 15 meters in height, its trunk is strong of very hard wood, it flowers between the months of December and January, it is A very colorful tree with beautiful yellow flowers, much sought after by its hard white wood, suitable for delicate carpentry work.
We learned to appreciate everything around us, birds, plants, trees, at one time were living beings, teachings of my ancestors were left to guide us on the right path and the well-being of mother earth.
The Ñandeyara (the supreme) met with Paye the sorceress of the village, to talk about their concern, feared for the life of the last guayacan, this was not giving seeds, approached its extinction, asked the sorceress to inform the members of The jungle, that the dear tree by all was dying.
Paye with the soul in pain, went to walk by the ways of the forest announcing the bad news, recommended to the villagers to visit the old guayacán. This one was saying goodbye to his departure to the hereafter.
The other trees, plants, birds, yaciyatere, insects, all living beings heard the news and were very sad, guayacan was very precious in the thicket.
The news traumo the forest, was the only subject of conversation, the insects talked to each other, Paye's comment, sad and worried the population remained.

Source: http://www.nexofin.com/notas/264854-el-secreto-que-esconden-las-mariposas-en-sus-alas-n-/

Panambi, a beautiful butterfly of unmistakable colors, was the most affected. On hearing the news, she flew desperately to the last guayacan, flew high to reach the yellow petals of the tree, settled on it, spoke with the guayacán and promised that if he left To earth without evil she would go with him.
The day was coming to an end, the sun went away hiding saddened by the news of the guayacan, slowly hid behind the tops of the great trees, the sad night arrived, the moon to be very sad did not appear in the jungle, On this gray day darkness reigned.
The beautiful and sad Panambí butterfly clung strongly to the corolla of the flower, so that the butterfly and the flower were amalgamated into one, waiting for the cruel destiny for both of them.
The faded guayacan was letting the flower wither that the wind blew in its passage, the beautiful butterfly continued its purpose, clinging to the brave guayacan branch, panambi began to feel the time of being clung to the branch, felt Their legs loose, in an act of survival, lay their eggs on the dry twig of the tree, in a short time the buds will open releasing the new generation of butterflies.
Panambi the intelligent butterfly, he felt the end of his days, with great effort flew to the last flower that remained alive, in an attempt to survive ingesting the nectar of the flower and with his trembling legs took the pollen, very slowly descended to the Earth, the pachamama greeted her tenderly with the mighty butterfly. In a last effort I dig a well, carrying the seed of life in its paws and dropped into the hole, this was the last attempt of Panambi to save the life of the last guayacan.
The Tupã Tenondete, touched by the love of Panambi's life, decided to lend a hand to the effort of the beautiful butterfly, dropping abundant drops of water on the earth, covering the body of Panambí, succeeding the miracle of life.

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The body of the butterfly began to take root, the blessed waters of the tupa came into effect and began to grow a beautiful tree of guayacan, full of yellow flowers.
That old guayacan tree in its last breath returned the favor to Panambi, helping the beautiful butterfly's buds to open, releasing hundreds of beautiful butterflies.

Source: http://www.mariposas.wiki/mariposas-atlas

In the thicket one always remembers Panambí, as he gave his life so that the guayacán prevails, every year in times of reproduction, the Panambí settle in the trees of guayacán, depositing their eggs in the branches in honor to Panambí that gave His life to save the tree.
The guayacán in gratitude every year, in the place of fruits flourish hundreds of beautiful panambies, while the Ñandeyara (the supreme) continues in the forest in the care of the natural resources, he spends his days commented this legend to the new members of The jungle, like a small butterfly with his love save the last guayacan.

Source: http://www.identidad-cultural.com.ar/leernota.php?cn=1096
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guayac%C3%A1n

I'll wait for you tomorrow to enjoy another account of my land Corrientes.

José Luis Fernández
Corrientes Argentina

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