The Legend of Silbon

Holaa Holaa that such friends in this opportunity will share with you the legend of Silbon, another legend of our Venezuela

The Silbón is the story of a spoiled young man, who was spoiled by his parents without much knowledge of the word respect, so much so that one day he craves to eat "asadura", which is equal to liver, heart and Bofe, reason why the father decides to take his shotgun leaving home in hunting plan. The son tired of waiting so long for the late hours of the night did not come, he goes in search of his father shotgun in hand, after walking on the plain he finally manages to see but what would be his surprise? That his father had failed to please his whim, which is why he decides to kill his father in order to remove the visors and take them to his mother to be cooked, but not before putting the bones of the corpse a small sack.

The lady tried to prepare the visors for her son, but when questioning the delay of her husband and the strangeness of the "filth", she began to question the boy, who confessed his sin, being cursed " 'To' la vida', trying to flee the place is chased by his brother Juan who rang a cap of chili and "cast" a dog named "Tureco", animal that accompanies him to the end of time biting him heels.

There is also another version, the former being the most popular, however in this somewhat different but similar ending tells the story of a boy enraged by the betrayal of his father, a character who killed his son, so the son in a fit of rage he ends up killing his father in revenge for such ingratitude. Upon hearing the fact, the grandfather sent to link the young man to a wooden post in the middle of the plain to later destroy his back with lashes washing their wounds with boiling water and free them together with two rabid and hungry dogs but before all he cursed and I condemn him to carry his father's bones for the rest of eternity.

The silbón inhabits in the Venezuelan Plains, wandering in summer by its lands, picking up dust in its hands and putting it in its sack, in winter which wandering soul wanders with thirst of death, added to the immense pleasure that it causes him to punish drunks, vagabonds, and womanizers, including one or another innocent victim on his long list. You count the llaneros that the drunks suck the navel, taking all the liquor that houses their body, while the womanizers tear them apart, taking their bones to be put into the respective sack that they carry on their backs. It is also said that El Silbón usually appears in houses sitting down to count the bones, if more than one person hears it whistling nothing will happen but if it is not heard surely one of the inhabitants of the house will not wake up again.

Its whistle is characteristic, those who have had the opportunity to see or hear it say that when it is perceived nearby it is because there is no danger but caution must be exercised when you hear it away because surely the whistle is closer to what you believe and with it is undeniable death, for the protection of the persecuted recommend the use of chili or the barking of a dog, because nothing scares him more than remembering his past.