The legend of don Jacinto and the pacaá
Fuente: http://eljuglardelalibertad.blogspot.com.ar/2015/03/kinsa-pacha-tres-mundos-opera-nativa.html
This is an adaptation of the legend of the pacaá
The pacaá, or chicken hen, as it is also known, is a kind of chicken, its feathers are brownish green, its meat is very tasty, it is like the meat of the partridge.
Long ago in the province of Corrientes, in the places of the crossroads belonging to the city of Empedrado there was a grocery store where the gauchaje met.
This grocery store was very popular because of the presence of an old man who went daily to drink sugar cane, the man was a person who lived alone and killed his boredom in the establishment.
Old Jacinto was popular because he was a great narrator of legends, the local gauchos came to the grocery store to drink and listen to Jacinto's anecdotes.
One day the old man told a legend of his payment at the crossroads, when he was a child he heard a conversation from his parents, his father told his mother the displeasure that had happened to Don Cornelio the rich man of the town.
In a neighboring country of Don Jacinto's father lived a very humble family, the field of this family was not very big, had no service, not even water, water to drink came from the camp of Don Jacinto, this prevented the Family to have large plantations, they could only have a small vegetable garden, which they watered with water that gathered from the rain in a land.
The house was an adobe and straw house, not very big, had a gallery, two pieces and a kitchen, despite being a girl was very comfortable, there only lived Cornelius with his mom and dad.
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Cornelius had been born in that house, the mother and father were strangers, a very difficult time to live, there was too much poverty, one day the father of Cornelius tired of so much misery decided to return to his payment in search of work, with the Promise to return with money or send them to seek.
This was how Cornelius stayed with his mother, told in his story old Jacinto, who took the opportunity to pause and drink a glass of cane.
Well since we are, I'm going to buy another cane bottle, it's not going to be that I ran out of steam in the middle of the story! The wise old man said, so that some listener offers to pay the cane, never lacked the generous gaucho who paid the cane, after all that was the charge of don Jacinto to tell his stories, said by the way was very liked In the area their story, came from far away to hear the old man speak.
With the little bottle of sugarcane on his table Don Jacinto continued with his story, the child Cornelio who alone in the care of his mother, surrounded by a terrible misery, that could do that poor woman with a field without service, ate what little garden Cornelius was too young to go out to hunt, and his mother could not leave the child alone.
The country was bad, but these poor people lived in indulgence, supplanted the bread with boiled potatoes, cooked mate could not take did not have yerba, made tea leaves of orange or paico sweetened with honey of lechiguana, lunch and dinner was cassava Boiled with lettuce and tomato or roasted corn, Cornelio and his mother lived on.
This passage of history to Don Jacinto did it wrong, he told his story with his eyes full of tears, he was left without a voice because of the anguish, that he was helping with a cane soup and so he carried the story, between drinks and Cane drink
Old Jacinto was reporting and the gaucho was very attentive listening to his words, not a fly fly interrupted, days, months, years have passed from the father of Cornelius or news! Cornelius had grown up as a well-developed young man.
Your mother one day said, son you are old enough to go hunting and bring some meat to eat, you are witness of our misery, as you will see I am not the same as before, I am a little older and tired, if not So I would go hunting myself, said his mother, Cornelius was long badly bred, did not really want to go hunting.
One day the mother cornered by misery decided to go hunting, she gave herself a hand, made a rubber band with some old elastics that she had and a piece of leather, with this instrument she went out to fish, she was lucky to begin with a saucepan and some doves .
When the mother returned with the spoils of war, Cornelius was very happy, the mother tired from the hunt for the hunt had to start cooking, Cornelio could not expect anything, this I cook roasted seasoned with lemon juice, a true Feast on the table, years without eating meat, a real party was presented in the house of this family.
Cornelio's mother the next day returned the conversation, son you saw how a poor old woman came out a little while ago to hunt and brought something to eat, how a young boy like you allows your old mother to walk alone in the mountains? Ungrateful Cornelius listened without saying anything.
Time passed, Cornelius became a teenager, the poor mother was very tired, she did not have the strength to carry on with everything, one day tired of so much laziness she decided to return to her payment.
Cornelio was a bad person and very vague, he did not like to work, to see only had no choice but to go to work, did not last in any job for his laziness, fate works mysteriously, one day found a grave of gold And silver buried in a wooden box, he became a millionaire in the twinkling of an eye, he told fervently Don Jancito.
The gauchos of the grocery store listened very attentively, their eyes glittering with astonishment at the turn of the story, the old sage, stopped his story to rest his voice and refresh his throat with a drink of cane, drank several drinks followed, resuming The story, the gaucho very entertained awaited the outcome of the story.
That unfortunate man luck accompanied him, bought a field with all the services, many animals and a large house in the village, was a rich and powerful man, time step became a respectable citizen, except for those who knew his story .
One day a little old woman knocked on her doors, her sick mother was starving, when Don Cornelio opened the door, the mother was very happy to see him, she wanted to give him a kiss, but Cornelio very proudly rejected it with air of greatness, See the reaction of your son said, che ra'y do not be bad at least invite me a mate che memby (son) the evil son replied.
"Opá the caá, opá the caá! (The grass was finished, the grass was finished) I answer in Guarani.
For being a bad son God punished Cornelius, condemning him to live in the mountains surrounded by misery as was his whole life, so that he never forget his mistake, God put a song in his mouth doomed to sing all the sunsets, a sad song that Is heard to the far Opá the caá, opá the caá!
Fuente: http://www.fotosaves.com.ar/Gruiformes/FotosGruiformes-Ipacaa.html
To name the lover is omitted or opa whose sound is warned pacaá- (there is no yerba) doomed to sing every day for what lasts his life.
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Fuente: http://corrientesesasi.webcindario.com/ley_pacaa.html
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