The dark sacrifice
The stories you can hear in the Venezuelan plains are the very culture of a people. Here on the finca you have heard an infinite number of stories, the one you hear the most is about a man who lets himself be seen on the bridge of the hanged man. Yes, his name refers to a man who lived an ordinary life without knowing that it would change overnight.
It all begins on October 9th, a man called "Luis Silva" known in the village as the womanizer and party man, Luis always as usual every day when he woke up the first thing he prepared was a good coffee, went out to the street and started talking to the neighbours who gathered on a corner. Luis beyond his mundane life led a normal life. He did not believe in religion or superstition. One day after going out drinking with some friends, he decided to go and visit a woman who lived outside the village, although Luis had nothing to do with her and she didn't pay any attention to his pretensions, he was still after her.
For Luis, what he liked most about this woman was that she didn't pay any attention to him and she hadn't fallen like the others, so that night, a little drunk, he knocked on the door of (blanca), a beautiful woman with a very dark past. When she saw that it was Luis, she shouted, "What do you want? Luis stared at her. Then he said I came to see the woman of my dreams.
After several hours, Luis still insisted and Blanca opened the door, Luis looked at the woman and stared at her as if he had been bewitched, what he did not know was the horrible events that were approaching, Blanca, a very reserved woman, told him: "You better leave, I don't want to have problems with you and much less with "the man", Luis without realizing what was coming, insisted again: "Woman, don't you understand that you are the woman of my dreams? You make me sick with love, I want to get to know you a little more" the woman still in denial repeats again that she should leave. Don't let it be 3 a.m. to leave, it could go very badly down that dark road, Blanca replied.
**3 A.M**
Luis: A pues mujer ha mi nada me miedo y mucho menos cuento de camino, yo soy hombre macho que no le teme a nada mucho menos a cuentos de camino, quien se atreva a salirme tendrá que tener los pantalones bien puesto. I am a well-bred man and I am not afraid of anything.
Blanca: You really don't know what you are dealing with, so I want you to take something that I am going to give you in case something happens maybe it will save your life. This amulet can protect you from any spirit that can harm you and it will also keep you protected always.
Luis: No, woman, you're too crazy to believe that I'm going to accept that amulet, for me that's bullshit, I don't believe that what you're saying exists, much less that he's going to come and hurt me, if he really does come out, he's going to be scared when he meets me. And because it's not that I'm all-powerful, it's just that I don't let myself be scared by superstitions.
Luis continued on his way and left the woman's house, thinking about what she had told him, that woman is really strange, she doesn't open the door and then opens it to scare me with a tale of roads. I have never believed in those things, much less now, Luis fearlessly went ahead, while he intoned the lyrics of a song "on this road I go, with the moon as clear as the sun itself, looking to get the very love, because who wouldn't like to be in love with a beautiful woman, good all around" while he continued singing his song over and over again, He manages to see in the distance of the bridge that divides the town and its surroundings, next to a tree was a man hanging, Luis scared manages to run to help the guy who at that moment was hanging, when he arrives he manages to lower the subject and when he sees his face he is still, the face that is reflected in the subject was that of himself. What kind of joke is this? Even without realizing it, Luis does not believe what is happening, the mysterious body lying on the ground manages to get up and says a few words: "So you are very macho?" and after a few seconds the body disappears before Luis' eyes.
Luis: he runs off into the forest of trees without looking back and begins to say a prayer (God protect me who protects the desperate, protect me from this evil, help me to get out of this nightmare) when Luis thought that everything had been resolved, the voice of that dreadful spirit returns "now you are going to know what I am going to do to you". Luis shouts loudly, "What do you want from me? I haven't done anything wrong, that frightening spirit doesn't respond, then after a while Luis looks at the time and is shocked to see that the time reads 3:00 A.M. This must be wrong if it was 3:00 A.M. an hour or so ago, what is happening here. Luis begins to remember the warnings the woman had given. The night begins to turn cold and wet, a storm is approaching and the lightning starts a heavy rain. Now yes sir, take me out of this situation, I don't want to continue leading a mundane life, I understood the lesson, Luis listens to a sound between the trees attentive to what is approaching, he manages to see a hand between some bushes, to his surprise it was the woman called (Blanca) says: "I told you that you should leave, now you will have to pay the consequences, live every day and the time will never pass, your only option is to hang yourself". Luis couldn't believe it so he started to run again, he was supposed to know the whole forest, although at dawn he couldn't recognise anything. So he chose to mark the path and after a long time walking he already felt tired between his legs and began to feel thirsty, he managed to get a spring that flows through the roots of the trees, as he approached to drink water desperately, he did not notice that he was not alone, when he saw himself in the reflection of the water he realized that his reflection was not the same, something was wrong, then he heard in his ear (you know what to do), Luis shouted "What do you want from me? To which he hears again a whisper say, Your Soul!
Luis began to agonise, the clock was ticking and time was running out for him, the irony was at its peak, when he was running out of strength, he was hungry, thirsty and sleepy, tiredness was beginning to win. He managed to remember that the woman (Blanca) had given him an amulet, all was not lost, so he searched in his pockets and managed to get the amulet, it had a kind of bell that rang a strange sound to the human ear. There suddenly appears a tall man, black hat does not let you see his face, this without words points it, Luis begins to feel his body burned. Then Luis says, what are you doing to me, the man answers, or rather, what have you done to yourself? Without knowing the "amulet" was nothing more than a kind of mark that he had made himself, the woman had deceived him and if it was bad before, now it was going to be worse. He knew that he had a destiny without a happy ending, he also knew that he had to get to that woman's house.
Hours passed... in Luis' chronological clock, he managed to reach the woman's cabin, when he opened the door his surprise was total, the house seemed abandoned many years ago, he began to look through the things and found a piece of writing.
*"I can't stand that now you are not in this world, I don't know what to do, I can't find any direction, my destiny is with you, I don't understand why you took this path, hanging you was the worst of all possible scenarios, I want to be with you again, maybe take my life or serve you, I managed to calm these longings to be with you, I have read a little in magic books, I can give you that rest that you long for, look for souls that can fill that hole for you".*
Luis: with a terrified look he felt the fear in his body, this woman had orchestrated a macabre plan and he had been the guinea pig, when he wanted to leave he realised that he was not alone, when he turned his body, a woman was there, but she was not white, she had used black magic and had ended up becoming a fearsome witch. Luis knew that he still had a minimal chance, he accepted to mediate with the woman who with a crazy look and a knife in her hand said, you must fulfil what was agreed, you have been marked, so you must die...
When all seems lost, an unknown woman enters, manages to grab the witch and screams and runs... Luis knows that this is his moment, he takes the amulet, opens the witch's mouth and puts the amulet in it. Then both man and woman run away. After a while the clock started to turn again, Luis had escaped from the curse, when he managed to look for the woman who helped him, there was nobody there.
Luis. He looked at the sky and thought of her, the one who had been his wife and died with their child in her womb while trying to give birth, he knew she had had a second chance. His wife from heaven itself had come down to help him out of that dreadful end.
The man learned an important lesson, to go about with a worldly and carefree life is not bad, the problem is when you lose the essence of being yourself and, dive into that dark world of darkness and lust.
*This story is purely my own creation. It may not be good, but I hope it will entertain you.*
Analogy of music, roses and my life
The power of music has shown that it has no limits, for some people music has a healing power beyond the ordinary. Perhaps the ailments that we suffer from are more sentimental than anything else... music over the years has shown that it has the power and capacity to be used as a therapy. Perhaps because of the levels of sound, the waves it produces reach our brain and satisfy an unconscious need.
Music is used a lot to relax, in my case I use it for many purposes, to relax and to be able to concentrate. At times when I am under stress and pressure, for me there is nothing better than listening to music and it causes in me a kind of drug that immunises my brain and makes me forget about any existing worries.
I also use music to dance and release stress, most of the time I am working, I am almost always stressed, because of my lifestyle I need to drain somehow so much pent up energy, since I can remember I use music in my evenings, to dance and to be able to drain all that energy.
When I need to be completely focused I basically spend most of the day tabulating orders and getting a lot of them out, I need to stay focused, the way I manage to maintain that focus is through music.
I have so much faith in music that I play music to my flowers every day, I don't really know if it has any power or not, but in some crazy twisted way I think my flowers can feel the vibrations of it. My grandmother, on the other hand, used to say that she dedicated songs to her flowers every day and they responded by always giving her a garden in bloom. Maybe I am following her example. The truth is that I think music therapy is wonderful.
*"Among my trees and flowers I managed to get the most beautiful one, a small flower with thin petals, soft pink colour that exudes tenderness, my eyes could not believe what I was seeing, perhaps it seemed to give so much importance to a flower but, how it managed to captivate me, perhaps because for me it was different, perhaps I needed to see something beautiful that day, perhaps it was its beautiful colour, for a change in so many flowers in my garden, only one had conquered me in that way".*
I was able to realise that flowers although they all look the same each one has its own beauty, although they look the same each one has its own personality, my reflection was very special, just like music perhaps they all have similar sounds, not all have the same meaning and not all reach the heart and our emotions in the same way, they may have similarities but each one has its own attractions. Perhaps in the world of a flower, there is not much difference, although they all look alike, each one has something special that characterises them, it is their essence, the virtue of each one, the alma mater of a raison d'être.
In my analogy there might be a lot of inconsistencies, I also don't have enough connectors to give the necessary meaning to the sentence. But there is a reason, it is not the connections, nor is it the meaning. It is the very essence that provides clarity in such a crude writer. To walk wisely in writing, one must love and above all feel. Perhaps I feel it and am attracted to it in a certain way. But I have not devoted enough time to it to be able to polish myself in this sense.
In the world of knowledge, perhaps I am a little ignorant but, the little I have been able to learn I make use of it every day, perhaps a mind with its ears covered cannot listen or feel in the same way as one that is willing to listen to any noise that comes its way. In the place where I live I have realised so many things, that perhaps it is not the things, it is us, perhaps it is not the others, but the being of each one of us, the very essence that, like the music and the flowers, make us seem the same and at the same time so different.
But above all I have been able to understand that music opens the way for me, to the world where reality becomes all imagination and imagination detaches itself from the world of fiction to be able to create in me a gale of sensations. That my senses go crazy, that are stunned and awakened by the musical notes of some sonorous song.
In my heart will remain engraved and at the same time committed, that the world of sound, today, tomorrow and always will drive me crazy.
My writing makes sense, my words are expressive enough, the syntax of my sentences make eloquence as my lips verbalise the letters. To be able to intone life in moments of madness, I can get rid of everything just by listening to the muse of your heartbeat. For the pain of the heart there is no better remedy than a good song, some manage to connect directly with the emotion, it doesn't seem strange to me that this happens, we must remember that we are emotional beings and many of us are lacking in love.
*Dedication*
To the woman who with sweat and effort managed to get ahead, the music could help me to get rid of a distressing depression, a pain that withered the roses, she managed to understand that her rose colour was changing on the way to wither, until she found a way. MUSIC
Calling the unconscious into consciousness
I often hear people say, I didn't know what I had, until I lost it. Typical phrase of people who imply only one thing, they did not appreciate what they had and were left with nothing. Life has endless situations, moments that somehow mark us, the problem is not knowing how to recognize when we are facing a good possibility and know how to take advantage of it, of course always when we are well, rarely do we think, what do I really need? Or perhaps is it worth reflecting? Well my answer; of course it is, silly, what good is it to have a great brain if we do not know how to use it to the maximum. As an old friend used to say "the brain was not only made to wear a hat" we must learn to use our brain as an example. How many times do we stop to think, when everything is going well? I guess very few, maybe not even think about it.
It is obvious, when everything is going well it seems that our life has no problem, the thing is when we face a difficult (stressful) situation, then we do not know what to do. At that very moment I say.
STOP...
STOP...
STOP...
The best time to think and rethink is when everything is going well, our head is free of pressure and our ideas come easier, plus as we all know it is not necessary to wait for the storm to come to know that if I cover myself I'm going to get wet. It's time for action, activate those neurons and take command of our lives.
Perhaps few read this blog. I hope some take the time, it is good to be able to get topics where you can learn or remember something, because sometimes you just need to remember something.... To get back in tune training. Just like a radio recorder. Haha we need more drums.
I like to be able to touch this kind of topics, maybe society or people so to speak, lead a very frenetic life, accelerated and do not take at least a minute to reflect on their situation or their environment. So they fall into what I have already mentioned.
Friends, organization is the basis of all good development, as long as we are organized we will be able to make better decisions, without affecting our assertiveness. Ah ah ah, how do you eat what I am saying? Of course it does, come on, let me explain. Assertiveness is the way in which the person correctly makes the different decisions that are presented to them throughout their life. Do not think it is a mistake that your life is the way it is, all your decisions have led you to that precise moment. You just hadn't taken the time to meditate on your life.
Now you see that life is not difficult or complicated at all, those who complicate it are ourselves, the better we think things through with a clear head when making decisions, we will have better results. Take these words into account, maybe they can help you in the future. Maybe not, the truth is that life is too good to waste time going around in circles.
Learn how to live each moment to the fullest, even the slight sound of a bee flying, the air rushing through the window and hitting your face, the water flowing without return. Each of these elements has a power over everything around us. Learn to know, to enjoy is to recognize a good moment.
"In the history of my life, today another page has been written, at the moment that soft hand touched my face, my eyes could see closely the beauty of her gaze, her soft hand and her cinnamon colored hair. At that moment I felt that my heart would stop beating but, on the contrary, it only prepared itself to beat with more strength, at that precise moment I understood that I should reflect if only touching me would cause such a reaction in me, then a kiss from that man would collapse all my defenses leaving me submerged in his lap".
"Knock knock, I heard the door, when I opened I found no one, it seemed something strange but after several minutes thinking I came to the conclusion that everything was a product of my imagination, perhaps the anxieties that that woman dressed in pink that I saw in the park was knocking on my door, probably at that precise moment, my heart and my mind have played a bad trick on me, you wish you could understand the designs of life, but for now I can only reflect on what happened, although everything seems incoherent, in my disorganized mind everything made sense."
In each sentence we can see how everyday situations make us reflect. Do not leave for another day what you can do today. Seek and you will find. That D
The sublime messages and importance of cultural histories
The plains and its natural paradise behind its great beauty hides a lot of myths that throughout history have adorned and emancipated facts and stories that have occurred.
One night in May, where the moon covered the savannah and could not see beyond where the coldness of the day let you see, it seemed like a movie story, it seemed to be in a mountain, although the reality is different, the pastures were covered in white, like fog wrapped everything with his mantle, visibility was poor, A man approaching in the distance shouted from the road, "Watch out, here comes the dead woman from the galley, a woman who goes out to anyone who pretends to be handsome and a womanizer" but since I don't believe in any of that, I am not going to let myself be scared by those tales from the road, a man from the village is waiting for you, Good morning! , - Good morning, replied the gentleman! Where are you going that way, the llanero answered, "Old man, I am going to a party of Doña Juana, the "best of this land".
The older gentleman replied to the llanero, <Amigo I think it is better, that you do not go anywhere, on May days they say that a dead woman comes out, a woman that pity>, the llanero doubtful to believe what this older gentleman was telling him asked him, friend tell me something, how is that story of that woman that comes out? That woman had to do something very bad to be in pain, the older man answers;
"The story goes that a beautiful woman, married, with children, a fulfilled family, one month of May, went out to the river, the woman when arriving at the place saw that there were some people's clothes near the shore, when she realized, the clothes that were on the shore, were her husband's, curious and incredulous, began to look to see what was there, then, she took the most bitter truth the man was with another woman, the jealous woman, could not stand the betrayal of her husband, with rage and euphoric she went to the house. By the time the man arrived, his wife was standing cross-legged at the door, she told her husband, "Darling, go take a shower, I'll get dinner ready", after the man went to take a shower, the woman locked the door of the house. She looked for gasoline, set fire to the house with her children and husband inside, unable to bear the betrayal of her husband, full of rage she committed the worst sin, to kill her own children, she could not hold what she did so she decided to leave and get lost in the jungle, although she could not get very far, a snake had destined her one of the most horrible deaths, the mother of the woman when she saw her dying daughter, told her "I curse you animal of bad death that you will never die! Since then, the woman has gone out in search to calm her pain, thousands of people have received what they deserved from this woman, others do not have the same luck to be able to tell the story.
The plainsman still incredulous of everything that had been told to him, continues on his way, the night begins to become colder and the darkness takes over everything, he could not see anything, the man begins to hear footsteps in the undergrowth, then he shouts, get out of there, he may be looking for a snake to bite him! Nothing responds, after several minutes and the same sound, the doubtful plainsman shouts again, then, no one is going to come out, stop being crazy, get out of that mountain. Not receiving an answer, he manages to see that ahead of him a woman with an immeasurable beauty is waiting for him, not being able to believe what was happening, the man does not want to approach and decides to pass far from the woman, this woman does not say a word, she only sees him pass, the man remembered the words of the lord of the town, then, he says; are you the famous woman that comes out? Not receiving any answer, he repeats the question "I asked if you are not from this world? No luck again, I think what you are is a poor soul who is thinking, "pity" so beautiful, a woman like you deserves to have everything, when the man looked again and the woman was not there, scared and impressed the man hurries the step, ahead he manages to see a light, so he started to run, his impression was greater to see that it was nothing again, then he shouted "Do you want to make me crazy? No, go fuck someone else. Suddenly the man felt that something hit him in the back, he fell to the ground, he could not get up, he turned and looked at a woman, with a beautiful dress, he could see her face, it was completely disfigured, huge teeth, bulging eyes, she was really very ugly, what do you want from me? Leave me alone, the woman approached the man and he shouted "leave me, wretch of nature! The woman grabs the man by one foot and drags him into the bush, the man, unable to defend himself, screams loudly, "Help! help! In the distance... some people passing by heard the commotion and came out in response. The man, almost without strength, shouted, "She is very ugly, she wants to take me away!" Help! !!!! The people arrived in time and were able to save the dead woman and the handsome man from the terrible encounter, the "llanero" was taken to the village, there he could see the "wise old man", old man you knew everything about that woman, how, the old man answered, that woman was my daughter.
El llano if it is beautiful and their stories are the best, full description of a life and events, the reality is one, the wise say "we must believe in the living, rather than in the dead" the nature of things has only one meaning, while everything that is done in this life is paid so also works for those people who do wrong, under all this mythology, is the very belief that we all have a path traced, The spiritual relationship here in the plains has many followers, the people of the plains are people of great faith, they also have ingrained their customs, the culture is much greater than that of the villagers, all because the wise grandparents of the plains are those who carry the doctrine of the young people.
In part, I testify that all culture of belief has been transmitted and inherited from family to family, I plan to do it also when I have my children, not to carry the same custom, my free will tells me that it is a right way to raise with good cultural base and not lose the essence of the plain.
When I am asked what it feels like to be a llanera? I can say with much humility that being a llanero is not just anything, not everyone knows exactly what they want and is easily identified as a person, in my case I am a woman raised with a cultural base, which tells me where I come from, plus we have as principles. To be kind, humble and treatable, to know that everything must be earned with sweat and effort, not to take what is not ours, to be obedient, to listen to our elders, to respect others as well as ourselves, to help each other no matter what.
Much of this belief system gives color and beauty to our lives, like the colors of this majestic bird, every moment of our lives is represented in a book of life, so like the immeasurable beauty that represents this animal, we have a good thing to do with myself, to take care to lead a just and necessary life is the essence of being who we are, without leaving aside the upbringing that has been given to us, the blows that life has given us.
The teaching that leaves us each story and stories, carries a sublime message, many times we do not pay attention to what we are told, especially when an older person does it, there we are already failing, things always happen to us for not paying attention, for the disobedience itself, so I think that much of all these stories if they are well analyzed, have a teaching itself, almost always to people that things happen to them is for not paying attention, for being a descendant, for having a disrespectful personality. For being arrogant, that is, what I mean by all this, every act is accompanied by its consequences, not thinking for any reason, not having any properly is considered a terrible fault.
Day to day life on a ranch, character is forged from a very young age.
The story of my life begins at the end of this road, it is like this, everyone who wants to get to the ranch has to go through this beautiful journey, the first thing people see when they arrive at the farm, is that beautiful araguaney tree, tree that was not planted, nor transplanted, the truth is that he was born there, tree as araguaney can give a beautiful view accompanied by a well-kept paddock can give a beautiful view. I have a very ingrained feeling with this tree, not only for being araguaney, this tree is about the same age as I am *-*, yes it is, it is quite old haha that does not mean that I am old.
For a tree it does. In the ranch they know this tree as "el que bien recibe", this phrase gives mention to the beauty of this tree and everyone who arrives has to do with it.
In the family it is customary from a very young age to the barons and girls that we have work that must be done and that every reward must be earned, the photo I show you is a cousin, he is only 12 years old and has been working since he was 10 years old, although he is very young, he knows well the work he has been entrusted with and does it to perfection, his job every morning is to collect the cattle that will then be sorted, do not think it is easy work, sometimes the cattle are very watered in the paddock and it takes a little more time than usual.
In addition, you must leave very early at approximately 4 am and these young "llaneros" must be looking for their horses, then go to look for the cattle and pick them up before 6 am. This is the beginning of the milking work. Many times the cows are a little easier to pick up because of habit, but other times it is late because of a cow with bad habits.
Milking is a job that I like, especially because you have a lot of contact with the cows, everything that is with animals I like but, when it comes to calving cows you must be much more careful than the account, especially because although the cow is tame, for her calf can do anything, if her calf feels threatened she will call her mother and this is not always good, besides you must have good knowledge on how to understand the cattle, because many times the cattle does not give the necessary milk because the calf has drunk it all, other times the inexperienced person leaves the calf without milk, so you must have a balance, as in everything.
In this photo I capture a "llanero", this is not a family, just a worker who has years, who manages to perfection this art of milking and has a high experience with milking animals, from him I have learned a few tricks. I had not really heard from anyone else. On the other hand, this cow is called "lucerito" a very noble animal, this cow already has around 7 calvings, I believe that she is in one of her last milking days, besides that by her large number of calvings, it indicates that this cow no longer has the same productivity as in previous calvings. In other words. Probably after having this calf, "lucerito" will go to the slaughterhouse :( it seems sad, but the reality is one, when it comes to cattle, the farmer must take care of what he generates and when it is no longer good to have it.
It is not easy, having to get rid of an animal that has given so much for so many years. But the reality is one.
I want to introduce these beautiful animals, as is the vaquiro, the vaquiro is not the same as the wild boar and in many cases people have to confuse, although if you know how is a vaquiro will have no problem to recognize when it is not, one of their differences are their teeth, the wild boar has large tusks that come out of his mouth, while the vaquiro, only has small teeth designed to eat seeds and other tree roots, a quality of the vaquiro is; one quality of the vaquiro is that it makes a sound with its teeth to scare away predators or any threat, another difference is that the vaquiro has only small teeth designed to eat seeds and other tree roots.
Difference is; the size, the wild boar is by far bigger and stockier, while the vaquiro is much smaller.
These photographed cowbirds have been raised by a lady named Maria, they were found in the bush with their dead mother, a worker noticed that the animal was dead and when he found them there were their young, perhaps if he left them, they would end up dying, so he did well not to let them die. Although they have been raised in the house, they do not allow themselves to be approached by anyone except Maria. I guess because she is the one who provides food for them.
They tend to always walk together, they do not like to be alone, even if they are their sisters, the male will try to extend the breed, that is to say, to get pregnant, let's hope that it happens.
Vaquiros are very fearful animals, they are aware of their surroundings and if they feel threatened, it is better for the one who is close to them to get out of their way. Any animal should be respected no matter how it is, it is a living being just like us. To be able to take care of animals is everyone's job, no matter how difficult it may seem. They will always be our best companions.
These little piglets have not been easy to raise since the mother of these pigs gave birth with great difficulty due to an infection. Since then the mother has been administered antibiotics and this has caused her to not be able to give enough milk to her little ones. It is incredible to see that even animals have difficulties, as strange as it may seem.
Well guys, so much for our trip today. May God allow us to have another moment to share my life experiences with you. See you next time. :*
The majestic of living in the plains, the adventures of a woman from the plains.
Every good day must begin with the father (Sun), waking up and being able to receive the divinity of the warmth that this gives us, is priceless, truly for me the world is perfect in its most natural state, everything that happens has a reason and the sun every day to give us shelter as a father is fascinating, now, every day when I wake up I have this beautiful image next to my window as, I will not love to wake up like this? If it is beautiful, it also means that my day is just beginning with the work to be done but first of all a #Cafe to lift my spirits and wake me up completely.
As all llanera women we consider ourselves industrious women in my case I am not in the kitchen, as is typical of women but, I am aware of many things, as is the collection of fruits, watching how the crops are going and how are the cattle, although most of the day, I am busy touring the entire territory of the ranch in search of any anomaly.
When we go to a ranch the first thing we will see will be fruits, either any that can be eaten, in my case, are given the mangoes, fruit very sought after by different species, whether birds, as monkeys and us humans, the mango has properties that benefit us all, as it has a lot of vitamin C, as of Zinc, besides being very appetizing, It can also be used to make juice, jelly, mango candy, I have even eaten it as a dressing sauce, the truth is that Venezuelans know how to get the most out of this fruit, perhaps one of the most coveted throughout the Venezuelan territory. For the aforementioned reasons.
The mango grows almost anywhere, it is a tree capable of surviving almost any climate, its adaptability is quite good with a high percentage.
On the other hand, mangos can normally provide us with fruits up to two times per year, without a doubt a great source of food we have.
The jobo bush is a very tasty fruit, it has a unique taste, it is a little known fruit but it is in great demand also here among the llaneros, the jobo is a tree, quite large that has a fruit "similar to a plum" although they look alike they do not taste the same.
Both fruits have similarities only that the plum is given per year, while the jobo can give fruit several times a year. When I was younger I remember that my grandfather "coco" always looked for me in a cup after going to work in the same tree always, a tree that is located next to a river, the impressive thing is that it has been 21 years and the same tree is the same, this can give us an idea of the years that these can last. They have a great capacity for development throughout their life. The good thing about living in the plains is that we are always surrounded by fruit. Be it mango, lechosa, jobo, plum, guava, mamon, guanabana and many more.
I don't really know how this fruit came out, as far as I know it is a mixture of tangerine and lemon, its flavor is quite peculiar, between sweet and a touch of acid. Well to test our palate, it has a slightly larger appearance than the typical garden lemon. Although it looks the same on the outside, inside it has a different color (orange).
I love this type of fruit, as its citric and sweet taste is really good. Also, since I was a little girl I have been a lover of this type of fruit. Maybe because they have that acid that makes us squirm but we love it. Haha, you must really think I'm crazy. Well no, hopefully one day you will be able to taste this fruit and know what you have been missing for a long time.
The tree is a shrub, it has few thorns and has a rather thin stem. Its leaves are a little different from a common lemon bush and, a single tree can provide us with many fruits, regarding how many times a year it loads, I don't know this information completely, although, almost all the year the bush is loaded. Besides, whenever it rains it gets prettier.
My father sows corn every year as usual, although it is a very slow process, he always obtains good results, everything begins by plowing the land, a process that is done by machine (tractor) although it seems simple, the machinist has a big job here, he must know how to do it and to yield the time.
On the other hand, after plowing the land, my dad every year makes ditches, this to keep the corn crops always with water and the land is more humid, in summer months, the heat is overwhelming with temperatures around 38 degrees, quite high to bear. Even more so in a corn field, where there is no shade.
After a month and a half we begin to see significant changes, the corn bush is growing and we can see what is the change that has occurred, if the soil is good probably a good ear of corn.
Every day I must make a tour of the entire crop, although it may seem unbelievable, animals such as pigs and parrots, are lovers of the corn fields, not to mention the cattle, these burst the fences for wanting to eat the corn.
Each day leaves with the hope of a new sunrise, this image represents the end of a day, it reminds us that although it leaves it is just as beautiful, a llanero sunset has no comparison, the beauty that this represents for us has no comparison, besides being beautiful and majestic, it reminds us that it is time to return home and wait until the next day for whatever comes.
To be able to work and live in the plains is for me a true honor. Enjoying every day of this splendid landscape is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. See you guys later, I hope you like it.
The bread and butter of a "llanero" (flatlander)
Well friends my presentation is quite brief, I am a faithful lover of the plain and nature. Every day that I can spend in these places I can say that I feel like the happiest woman in the world. I love the peace and beauty that nature represents. I would like to show you some pictures of my day to day life in this beautiful plain.
Every day begins for me with a good coffee, coffee to wake up and understand that my day is starting, something to the corral daily to talk with the workers, after half an hour of routine chat, each person who is there together knows and understands that his day is just beginning, then everyone goes to do their chores, living a llanera life is not easy work, each day must begin with the shoes on well and tight pants, that is, prepared for what is coming because every day is loaded with many tasks. In my case, after drinking coffee I go to look for my horse because the day has just begun.
Anyone who is a good llanero knows and understands that the love for the plains is so great that there is nothing more fascinating than getting up and listening to the singing of the animals (hens, roosters, birds, cows, calves, pigs) these are all early risers and each one from very early in the morning they are in the work of looking for food. As a good well-bred woman, I make sure that there is no lack of water or food, since this can turn into losses, if any animal gets sick.
After having checked that each animal has food and water, I go to the house, I clean the yard, I go to the most charming woman of the farm, Maria, a woman of few words but, with a noble and sincere heart, a very honest and helpful woman, approximately Maria has more than 45 years working for my family, quite a few years, Maria has become like part of our family.
Maria has a unique seasoning to prepare any meal, Maria cooks very well, I can say with all certainty that this woman has one of the best seasonings that I have had the pleasure to have tasted, I always ask her what is the key, she always answers the same thing, who cooks with love and affection everything goes well, I firmly believe in this theory.
Now well this breakfast is very traditional in our family is very normal to always prepare it also our culture is based on a traditional llanero dish, a good arepa, with perico and llanero cheese, it is really a delight to taste this dish of food.
To be able to work with livestock mounted on a horse, for many it seems an easy task but, you must have previous experience in this case, perhaps because the horse is not always easy to drive and knowing how to lead in many occasions ends in falls, the most important thing is to have good confidence in the animal, control the nerves and, The animals are all very astute so much so that the human being had to sit down to understand their environment to be able to take advantage over them, in the case of cattle it is very important to have some cows that can lead the rest, here in the plains they are known as "madrineros", they are in charge of guiding the whole herd.
An anecdote from when I was starting to ride horses was that I tried to run the animal without knowing how I was going to stop it, I remember thinking so many things while that horse was running, maybe I made a very silly mistake, but we must be careful when it comes to ride an animal. We must have a certain respect, this way we can guarantee our well being and that of the animal.
I remember this day as if it were yesterday, when winter arrives, the whole savannah is full of water, just like a savannah that covers everything in the distance, the water reaches almost every corner of the plain, this is a real challenge, if it is difficult to take the cattle to the target, imagine that the water reaches your knees, hahaha I was shaking all over, I was only thinking that I was not going to fall or fall down, because there if it would mean a blow or worse, when working in the plains you must be very careful, first because you are working with animals, so it is important to be cautious enough to lead a healthy life.
Many people wonder why should we do that? Well, these animals should be taken to higher ground in winter, to avoid water damage to their hooves (legs), that is to say, you should take care of their legs from diseases caused by frequent exposure to water, also the closer you have the cattle to the house, the more observation is guaranteed, there is always someone who wants to harm, even animals such as tigers, lions.
On the way home we met a very big friend, this kind of animals I really like to see, they are misunderstood animals, hated and demonized since always, but the true reality is that these animals are very calm, they do not really go around biting and biting things because they simply want to defend themselves, maybe without realizing it, we exceeded the limit, then they feel threatened and defend themselves, which in most cases is always the case, so I don't think so, these animals are very calm and are as afraid of humans as we are of them, but if you ask me who is more lethal between snakes and humans, humans would win, humans kill for the sake of killing while snakes kill only if necessary, to eat, also to defend themselves.
I wish people would try to know more about snakes, they would understand so many things that maybe they would not see this species as a threat, on the contrary, snakes are very passive animals, most of the day they are sleeping, they hunt almost always at night, they have no need to spend venom or energy on animals which are very big or any species that is bigger than them, Many people when they see a snake run away looking for something to kill them with. They really do not deserve to be seen as a species that wants to kill everything.
Love for the plain, I can say what yes, I absolutely love to be able to enjoy so much beauty together. "Aroma of rose and wet earth" is priceless to me.🤩😍
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