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Vanushka, the gypsy who dead of love.
This legend started in Quetzaltenango and it is the history of a beautiful gypsy called vanushka Cárdenas , this lady arrived to Quetzaltenango with a circus from Hungary.
As says the legend, someday the governor´s son went to see the spectacle in the circus and he, immediately, was fascinated with the beauty of the gypsy and his spectacle where she tamed big animals. Usually this lady needed help from someone in the audience to conclude the act and this guy decide to be brave and he was who help the gypsy. After this strange meeting , he started visiting her many, in secret, and for the result they started and passionate love.
When they was in love, they realized their love was prohibited, that was because the governor and vanushka´s father refused.
Knowing the seriously of the relationship between them, The governor decided to send her son to Spain, and this decision was devastating to the gypsy. As the legend says, she cried and cried until his heart stopped beating. But since then and from his grave she helps people who ask her to find his/her lost love.
His grave is located in the Quetzaltenango´s cemetery and is visited for many people from all the country, usually young people who go to ask for love, all year this grave is full of flower, candles and people write over the grave for their love.
Specially in “Día de los muerto” people from a lot of places come to Quetzaltenango and visit the cemetery to bring her some flowers…
This is a lovely history of love, that story was written by José Martí when he arrived to Guatemala. Months later he wrote this poem saying his tragic history of love.
The flowers were lilies,
And mignonette ornaments
And jasmine: we buried her
In a silk casket.
She gave to the forgetful
A perfumed sachet:
He came back, came back married: She died of love.
She was carried in a procession
By bishops and ambassadors:
Behind were the town’s people in groups
They were all carrying flowers.
She, wanted to see him again,
She stepped out to the balcony:
He came back with his wife:
She died of love.
Like ardent bronze,
When he kissed her goodbye,
Her forehead was¡ The forehead
That I have loved the most in my life!
…She went into the river at dusk,
She was dead when the doctor pulled her out:
Some say she died of coldness:
But I know she died of love.
There, in the chilling crypt,
They set her on two benches:
I kissed her slender hand,
I kissed her white shoes.
Silently when it grew dark,
The undertaker called me:
¡I have never again seen
The girl who died of love!