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El siguiente enlace contiene cientos sino miles de otros enlaces relacionado
con puerto rico...Lo malo es que hay muchos enlaces de independentistas,
de albizus (rayos luminosos) campos, y mari brass con su pamplina de
abandonar la ciudadania. El colegio de abogados (kindergarden de abogados?)
museos, documentos historicos, universidades, gobierno, bueno todo lo relacionado
con Puerto Rico.


http://home.coqui.net/ciales15/

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Este enlace lo conseguie en el lugar de arriba http://home. coqui.net/ciales15/
Un muy agradable lugar, para leer de mitologia e historia de puerto rico, visitela

http://www.cis.yale.edu/ynhti/curric...3.02.12.x.html

MYTH
The following tale was recorded by Friar Ramon referring to the Taino origin of the sea and I have
translated for classroom use:

There was a man named Yaya who had a son Yayael, whose name means son of Yaya. Yayael wanted to kill
his father. When Yaya found out that his son wanted to kill him, he had him exiled for four months
and then killed him himself. Yaya put his son’s bones in a gourd which he hung from the ceiling of
his house, and here it hung for some time. One day, Yaya wanted to see his son and said to his
wife,” I want to see our son Yayael.” His wife felt great joy, brought the gourd to her husband, and
turned it over to empty out the son’s bones. Large and small fish came out of the gourd, and they
realized that their son’s bones had turned into fish and decided to eat them.

Later, one day when Yaya was out in his conucos, which means possessions or lands, the four children
of a woman named Itiba Tahuvava came to his house. Their mother had died giving birth to the four
and the first one to be born was Caracaracol, whose name means scabby or leprous . . . , the others
did not have names.

Itiba Tahuvava’s four identical sons went together to steal Yayals gourd where the bones of his son
Yayael were kept. Of the four brothers only Dimivan Caracaracol dared to bring the gourd down from
its place but all four ate the fish they found inside it. While they were eating, they heard Yaya
returning from his conucos, and in the confusion that followed, when they tried to put the gourd
back in its place, it fell and broke. People say that so much water came out of the gourd that it
covered the whole earth and along with the water fish of all sizes came out too. This, according to
Taino myth is the origin of the sea. This and other fascinating myths and descriptions are found in
the work of Friar Ramon in his report to Admiral Cristobal Colon, which can be read in its totality
in Crónicas de Puerto Rico by Eugenio Ferndandez Mendez.

LEGEND
One of the first legends retold in Puerto Rico is that of Guanina by Dr. Cayetano Coll y Toste. Once
the Taino Indians had proven that the Spaniards were not immortal through the death of Diego
Salcedo, they rebelled. The legend of Guanina tells of that rebellion.

GUANINA
Guanina was a Taino Indian princess in love with Don Cristobal de Sotomayor, a Spanish officer who
had come to Boriquen to conquer and colonize. Her brother, Guaybana, was the principal chief of the
Tainos who hated the Spaniards because of the way they had mistreated and betrayed the Tainos. He
swore revenge against the Spaniards. Juan Gonzalez, Sotomayor’s aide, found out about the plan to
kill his captain and tried to warn him. Sotomayor would not hear of the planned uprising. He sent
for Guaybana and for some of his men to carry his baggage, since he was going to Caparra, the
capital.

Guanina begged him not to go because she knew that he was going to die and that it would be her own
brother who would kill him. Sotomayor did not change his plans, and the next morning set out with
Guaybana and his men to the city. On the way, he and five other Spaniards were attacked by the
Tainos, and Sotomayor was killed. When Guanina was given the news of her lover’s death, she tried to
bring him back to life through her kisses and caresses.

The Taino elders considered Guanina a traitor, and decided to offer her as a sacrifice to the gods
as a sign of their gratitude in succeeding in their attack. When they went to get Guanina, they
found her dead with her head resting on Sotomayor’s bloody chest. The two were buried together near
a giant ceiba tree and on their tomb red hibiscus and white lilies appeared as if by magic. These
flowers represent the true and passionate love these two souls felt for each other. The legend has
it that on occasion, the huge ceiba tree casts a shadow over the land, a soft breeze gently moves
the leaves and whispering sounds are heard, then Guanina and Sotomayor come out of the tomb to look
at the evening star and kiss each other under the light of the moon.

Sotomayor’s actual death took place in the year 1511. The original retelling by Cayetano Coll y


legends into English and rewritten the Spanish versions so that students may be able to read and
understand these stories easier. His Leyendas Puertorriquenas (Puerto Rican Tales) are modern
versions of tales from the colonial times.

In analyzing this tale, some research needs to be done in preparation for the actual reading.
Information on the Tainos as recorded by the Spaniards; the reasons for further explorations by
Colon; how the Tainos felt about the Spaniards when they first arrived on Boriquen; and, why the
Indians rebelled against the invaders.

TALE OF ENCHANTMENT/FAIRY TALE
Stokes of ghosts and the devil abound in Puerto Rican folktales. In the southern part of the island,
it is said that most of these stories or events have happened, because many people say they are
true. The following is one such story.

The Arrogant Princess
Once upon a time, there was a young lady who was very pretty but very conceited. She was as proud as
a peacock. She put on heavy make-up, wore expensive dresses, and turned down all the suitors that
came her way because none of them was rich or handsome enough. In just a few years, she had broken
the hearts of many an honest man who wanted to marry her. She insisted that she deserved no less
than a prince.

The years passed by and her beauty was fading when a very handsome suitor swept her off her feet.
She knew her prince had finally come. She fell madly in love with him. The man asked her parents for
her hand in marriage and they were engaged. Rosamada, that was her name, was the happiest woman in
the world. They were married in a fabulous wedding, the groom was more handsome than ever in his
high hat and tuxedo. A reception followed with plenty to eat and drink. She looked beautiful in her
lace wedding gown, her veil, and flower crown. After the reception, the newlyweds went on their
honeymoon.

When they arrived at a castle in the forest that the groom had chosen, she embraced and smiled at
her husband lovingly. lie returned the smile and she noticed that his teeth were very long, sharp,
and shone like gold. Rosamada was quite surprised; she had not noticed that his teeth were like this
before. Her husband then took off his coat and then she saw that he had a two-pointed tail. She
started to tremble with horror. What was happening? She had married a very handsome young man, who
was this person?

Her husband very abruptly took off Ids hat and the new wife almost fainted. The man had two horns
and two very big and pointed ears. He then took off his shirt and she saw that his chest was covered
with long black hairs. When he started taking off his gloves, Rosamada tried to escape from his
sight but he caught her with his hairy arms and very long claws. He held her while he took off his
shoes and she was able to see that his feet were hoofs. She started to scream for help but no one
could hear her. She understood at once that she had married the devil himself, and that she was
being punished for her arrogance.

They say that the devil and the castle disappeared all at once. By pure luck, a hunter found
Rosamada lying on the ground and took her back to the city. She ems sick six months with hot and
cold chills and then she died, which always happens.

FOLKTALE
J. Alden Mason and Aurelio M. Espinosa found three versions of the El Medio Pollito story that were
being told in Puerto Rico in the beginning of this century. These versions were European and
probably were brought to the island from Castile. R. S. Boggs in his article “The Halfchick Tale in
Spain and France” summarizes the story as it was basically being told in Puerto Rico, but also found
a literary version that was being used in schools in the United States. The story is retold in The
Green Fairy Book by Andrew Lang from Fernan Caballero. The version that I have translated seems to
be closer to this version than to the original Castilian story. Apparently this version was
introduced in Puerto Rico after the island became a possession of the United States in 1898.
Marigloria Palma in her book Muestras del Folklore Puertorriqueno (in Spanish) tells the story as
she heard it as a child. I have translated her version of the story and illustrated the story as I
see it.

Summary
Half-a-chick decides to travel to the capital to find a doctor to repair or add his missing half. He
has one leg, one eye, and one wing but believes he is better than everyone in the chicken coop and
cannot stand being there anymore. Before leaving, his mother gives him advice which he does not
follow. On his way to the capital he refuses to help river, wind, and fire. When he finally arrives
to the big city, he confuses the king and queen with the cooks of the palace. He is overcooked and
thrown out of the kitchen window. The wind picks him and takes him high in the air and puts him on
top of the cathedral where he becomes a weathercock at the mercy of the rain, the wind, and the hot
sun.

The story focuses on the punishment of arrogance and conceit. Half-a-chick pays dearly for his
attitude and treatment of those in need. The full translation of this tale is found in the following
pages.

El medio pollito

“Half-a-chick”

Once upon a time and two more makes three, a beautiful hen hatched many chicks but among them there
was one that was different from the others, with only one eye, one leg, and one wing. Mother Hen
loved him just a little more because she felt sorry for him. So it happened that with all this extra
attention Half-a-chick became very arrogant and conceited; he would look down upon his brothers and
sisters with dislike. If the others made fun of him, he thought it was because they were jealous of
him. If the pretty chicks looked at him with disgust or anger, he thought it was because lie did not
pay attention to any of them.

(figure available in print form)
One day Half-a-chick told his mother that the chicken coop where he lived was too small and not good
enough for him and that he was going to go to the big city where he could be with really important
people. Mother Hen started to tremble when she heard this because she knew that everyone would make
fun of him and that he would be very unhappy there.

“My son,” she said, “where did you get such a silly idea?” Your father has never left this chicken
coop and we have been very happy here. Where are you going to find more love than here with us?”

Half-a-chick answered, “I sent to go where the king and queen live, I want to meet them! Everyone
here is very stupid and inferior to me.”

Mother Hen could not stand to hear him any longer and said,” Son, haven’t you seen your reflection
in the pond? You have only one wing, one leg, and one eye! That is your disgrace because your father
was very handsome.”

“Don’t talk to me about my father’s good looks!” grumbled Half-a-chick, “It’s your fault that I look
like this! It was your egg . . .”

Mother Hen sadly lowered her head until her until her beak touched the ground. She felt helpless;
she couldn’t give Half-a-chick his missing half. She whispered, “Forgive me, my son, even though it
is not my fault. Yours was the last egg I laid, maybe that’s the reason . . .”

Half-a-chick interrupted her and said coldly, “In the big city I will find a doctor who will operate
on me and add the parts that I’m missing. I’m leaving as soon as I can!”

Since it was useless to change Half-a-chick’s mind, Mother Hen decided to give him some advice.

“Listen to me, my dear son, never walk in front of a church: Saint Peter and the saint there do not
like roosters. Stay away from cooks: those are your worst enemies, they are experts at wringing
chicken’s necks.” She then gave him her blessing and prayed to Saint Raphael to protect him. Finally
she told him to get his father’s blessing even if they did not get along very well.

Half-a-chick went to see his father, kissed his foot, and asked for his blessing. His father, who
also loved him out of pity, was very kind in his farewell. Mother Hen hid and cried. She did not
want her son to see her crying. Half-a-chick flapped his only wing, crowed three times, and hopped
out of the chicken coop to conquer the world.

After following the road for a while he came upon a river that was almost dry. Down the center he
could see a thin trickle of water.

The trickle of water said faintly to Half-a-chick, “Friend, I feel so weak that I cannot push those
branches out of my way, and I’m too tired to go around them. Can you move them out of the way for
me? You can use your beak. I beg you! Help Me!”

(figure available in print form)
Looking down on the trickle, Half-a-chick responded showing no real interest, “I could get those
branches out of your way, but I don’t feel like it. You are a miserable little stream.” Once he said
this, he went on his way.

The trickle screamed, “You will need me someday, you fool!”

Further down the road, he found a dying breeze lying on the ground.

“Oh good Half-a-chick, “ said the weak breeze, “I am lying here and cannot get up. I, that am really
a powerful, strong wind. I would like to go and push some waves and get tangled in the high branches
of the trees. Can you lift me up with your beak? If you gave me a little shove with your wing, I
could get going. The heat is killing me down here!

“Look, you dumb wind, you are getting what you deserve. You’re staying right where you are! You have
bothered me enough already. You have spread my feathers apart and since I only have one leg, you
have pushed me against the wall. I have gotten a lot of bumps and bruises because of you, mean bad
wind.” Half-a-chick yelled furiously and turned to go on his way. The wind that could not get up off
the ground screamed, “Every chicken gets cooked! You are a fool!”

(figure available in print form)
A little while later, Half-a-chick came across a field on fire. Smoke rose high in the sky and fire
was everywhere. He came closer to the flames and heard a tiny voice that said, “Half-a- chick,
friend, I am a little spark that does not want to go out. I want to go up to the top of the
mountain. If I go out, I will never be able to look at the sky from up high. Put some dry grass on
me so that I can be a flame again. Have pity on me, Half-a-chick!”

(figure available in print form)
“I am not a farmhand to gather hay for you. Snuff out!” replied Half-a-chick.

The spark gathered together its last energy and yelled, “I’ll remember you! Someday you might need
me, you fool!” Half-a-chick got so angry at the spark that he stomped on it with his only leg until
it became ashes.

When Half-a-chick finally arrived at the big city, the first thing he did was to disobey his
mother’s advice. He went straight to the cathedral door and started to crow loudly so that Saint
Peter would get angry. He then set out for the palace.

In front of the palace, where the king and queen lived, the guards told him to stop. For the first
time in his life, he was afraid. The guards had guns! Instead of stopping, he turned around and
sneaked in through a side door. Once inside the palace, Half-a-chick kept hopping and walked into a
huge kitchen where the men were wearing tall white hats. He thought that they were the king and
queen. He walked straight up to them. One of the cooks grabbed him and wrung his neck. The cook
yelled at his helper, “Get me some hot water to feather this sneak!”

“Oh Water, dear friend, don’t scald me too much, have pity on me! begged Half-a-chick.

“Did you have pity on me when I asked you to push the branches that were in my way? Do you remember
me?” Water asked.

After the cook had feathered Half-a-chick, he put him in the oven. Half-a-chick screamed at the
fire, “Fire, dear friend, you are so powerful and destructive, have pity on me. Don’t burn me,
please!”

“You fool! Now you come with that. Don’t you remember me? I was that little spark that begged you
for help and to not let me die,” said the fire and roasted Half-a-chick until it burned him to a
crisp. Now when the cook saw the burned chick, he cursed and threw it out the window. Then the Wind
swept it up.

“Dear Wind, I want to lie down on the earth, drop me anywhere, under a tree, don’t take me up high,
don’t drop me . . . I have already suffered so much,” Half-a-chick sobbed.

“What are you saying?” roared the furious Wind, while rolling Half a-chick around and around. You
have a terrible memory . . . Don’t you remember when I pleaded with you to give me just a little
shove, to lift me off the ground? Did you help me? No! You insulted me!”

Then the Wind started to go higher and higher in the sky, over the houses, over the buildings, until
it got up to the top of the cathedral. Saint Peter grabbed Half-a-chick and put him on top of the
steeple and changed him into a weathercock. And now, for the rest of his days, Half-a-chick will pay
for his conceit and meanness at the mercy of the wind, the sun, and the rain; going around, and
around, and around . . .

(figure available in print form)

j r-s

Podrías decir cuantos sitios estadoístas hay en comparación a los
independentistas?
Ahora saca un porciento... ¿3%?

jrs

origin of the sea and I have

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son and said to his

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on me. Don't burn me,

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days, Half-a-chick will pay

rain; going around, and

jorobillo jiribilla

"Ahora sacame un porciento,
pero no pases de tres!",
Ja-Jaime virao alreves
-- espatarrao en su asiento,
cuando por causa del viento,
el carro se virotio
y en el culo se metio
la palanca de los cambios --
imploraba a flor de labios
al que Emergencia envio.

"Es que acabo de jartarme,
y como soy tan cagon,
tengo miedo que el mojon
se me salga y vaciarme.",
Ja-Jaime decia al gendarme.
Lo tuvieron que sacar
y asi al hospital llevar,
un paciente sin pedales
y cuatro velocidades,
que no lograron frenar!

<machetazo>


<machetazos>

observador

Bueno los Taranbanas Independentistas se ponen a escribir pamplinas
y hacer paginas en el internet e ancunciarlas como si le interesaria a alguien.
Las unicas que valen so las de el nuevo federaista, del PNP y la de el
el Grandioso Governador Rossello.

j r-s

¿Qué pasa, de tantos PNPs que hay sólo tres páginas?
Una prueba más que los boricuas que son estadoístas se abochornan de serlo.
Yo me enorgullezco en decir que soy independentista a los cuatro vientos.
¿Por qué será que los estadoístas se abochornan de decirlo públicamente a
menos que estén en una jauría?

jrs

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j r-s

Otra cosa, desde que estoy en los EEUU no me he encontrado con un sólo
estadoísta que esté orgulloso de serlo. Lo admiten pero alegan intereses
económicos con una sonrisa en la cara, como si estuvieran pasándose de
listos.

jrs

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houses,


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jorobillo jiribilla

Es facil de refutar
esto que Ja-Jaime alega.
Es un embuste sin pega!
Quien carajo va a pensar
que esa bruta res de mar,
conoce mil estadistas?
Se quiere pasar de lista,
pero ya la conocemos,
ojala le crezcan remos,
pa que se pierda de vista!


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the

pedro navaja

Los asimilistas no saben leer español ni saben leer ingles. Por eso, no
hay mas que par de paginas ciberneticas asimilistas.

Y BTW, bien malas que son!

El asimilista es una escalon bien bajo en el proceso evolutivo!

pedro navaja

Por eso no se les permite a los asimilistas portar armas, sino, se
volarian la tapa de los sesos!

pedro navaja

Tu que eres poeta,
y que de todo sabes un poco,
porque no te lanzas al abismo,
como si fueras un coco?