THE HOUSE OF THE LOCA LUZ CARABALLO.

In the year 2008, I traveled to the city of Mérida in my country Venezuela, it was the first time I knew that state ... I traveled with some friends and we went to the Venezuela of Antier (a tourist attraction), briefly I tell you since this post I only dedicate it to this image, the Venezuela of Antier is a historical park, where they make you a representation of each state of our country.

In the image, they see a little house that supposedly was where the Loca Luz Caraballo lived, a character from the popular culture of Venezuela and the Andean Region, I am also behind me and in the dark in the background the crazy one, which scares the the tourists who pass by the house hehehe.

This character seems to be a legend name since there are no documents that prove that identity. The name was given by Andrés Eloy Blanco to a woman considered "crazy" in the areas surrounding Timotes, the town where Juan Vicente Gómez confined the writer in 1932, during his dictatorship.

Andrés Eloy Blanco wrote a poem dedicated to "La Loca" called:

Palabreo de la Loca Luz Caraballo.

From Chachopo to sidings
Walk light Caraballo
with violetitas de Mayo
with carneritos of January

Winters of the snowdrift
farallón of the summers
with cold cordilleranos
with crags and bustle
you are getting ugly
the fingers of your hands

The summit circumscribes you
to the single breath of the name
what you have left of man
that who knows where it was
Five years that he does not write to you
Ten years that not the time
and between blows and stumbles
chasing your sheep
you are getting old
the little fingers of your feet

Hunger is in their chins
cotton of their lambs
your illusion counts hats
while your accounts boys
a female and four males
Up, down, jump
and when he asks for your hard work
frailejón to forget you
the anguish is shared
One Two Three Four Five

Your daughter is in her seraglio
Two children died
the other two went away
behind a man on horses

The Crazy Caraballo Light
says the decree of juaz
because he found you once
without children and without ram
I count the stars
six seven eight nine ten.

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Photograph taken by my friend Virginia with my camera Genius.

Sources:

WIKIPEDIA.

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