Mburukujá was not her Christian name, but the tender nickname given her by a Guarani aborigine whom she secretly loved and with whom she was secretly, since her father would never have approved of such a relationship. In reality, her father had already decided that she marry a captain whom he believed worthy of obtaining the hand of his only daughter.
When the marriage plans were revealed to her, the young woman begged not to be condemned to consuming herself with a man she did not love, but her pleas only succeeded in igniting her father's anger. The maid wept disconsolately, trying to move her father's inflexible heart, but the old captain not only confirmed her decision, but also informed her that she should remain confined in the house until the wedding took place.
Mburukujá must have been content to see her lover from the window of her room, since she was not allowed to go out to the gardens at night and could hardly evade parental vigilance. However, he sent a trusted maid to inform him of his sad future.
The young Guaraní did not resign himself to losing his beloved, and every night he approached the house trying to see her. For hours he watched the place, and only when he realized that the first rays of the sun could give away his position did he withdraw with his sad heart, although not before playing a melancholic melody on his flute.
Mburukujá couldn't see it, but those sounds reached her ears and filled her with joy, as they confirmed that the love between them was still as alive as ever. But one morning she was no longer lulled by the high-pitched sounds of the flute. In vain did she wait night after night for the return of her lover. He imagined that the young Guaraní might be wounded in the jungle, or that he might have been the victim of some beast, but he was not resigned to believing that he had forgotten his love for her.
The sweet girl fell into sadness. Her skin, once white and shiny like the first snows, turned gray and dull, and her eyes no longer flashed with beautiful purple glows. Her red lips, which used to smile before, closed in a sad face so that no one could find out about her love sorrow. Yet she remained seated in front of her window, dreaming of seeing her lover appear one day. After several days, he saw the figure of an old Indian woman among the nearby bushes. It was the mother of her lover, who, approaching the window, told her that the young man had been murdered by the captain, who had discovered her daughter's hidden romance. Mburukujá seemed to regain his strength, and escaping through the window he followed the old woman to the place where the body of her beloved lay. Crazed with pain, she dug a grave with her own hands, and after depositing the body of her beloved in it, she confessed to the old mother that she would end her own life since she had lost the only thing that bound her to this world. He took one of the arrows from his beloved, and after asking the woman to cover their graves once all was consummated and let them rest eternally together, he nailed it in the middle of his chest. Mburukujá collapsed next to the body of the one he had loved in life.
The old woman watched in surprise as the feathers attached to the arrow began to transform into a strange flower that sprung from the heart of Mburukujá, but she kept her promise and covered the tomb of the young lovers. It was not long before the Indians who roamed the area began to speak of a strange plant that they had never seen before, and whose flowers close at night and open with the first rays of the sun, as if the new day give life.
Note: The Jesuits identified the mburucuyá flower with the attributes of the Christian passion: the crown of thorns, the three nails, the five wounds and the ropes with which they tied Jesus on Calvary. And in the red and irregular fruits, the religious believed they saw the coagulated drops of the blood of Christ. This unique flower closes as if it wilted at sunset, and opens, gaining its natural glow at dawn.
Argentina, Bolivia, Brazil and Paraguay. It is cultivated as an ornamental and medicinal vine.
One of the flowers with the most striking and symbolic name is the passionflower or passiflora. The so-called passion flower was found in Peru at the beginning of the 16th century and soon spread to Brazil, Mexico, the United States and the Antilles. This name has been held since the seventeenth century, when Pope Paul V considered it to be the representation of the Passion of Christ, because of the filaments that make up the flower and that evoke the crown of thorns of Jesus Christ; furthermore, the stamens would represent the five wounds on his body, the three styles, the nails of the cross and the petals, the twelve apostles.
There are 400 species of the genus Passifloraceae. They are climbing lianas that reach up to 9 meters in height, with woody stems and perennial roots. Its flowers, about 5 centimeters in diameter, give off a pleasant aroma and vary from colors such as white to pink, passing through pale lavender or mauve. The crown is made up of petals surrounded by a triple circle made up of fine filaments.
The Guarani have always used this plant to make poultices with which they treated burns, wounds and inflammations. The flower, which is born in spring, contains compounds that give it analgesic properties - it calms pain -, anxiolytic - it calms anxiety - and can be used as a mild hinoptic sedative, as well as applied to alleviate arterial hypertension.
An infusion made with this flower can have great benefits, but it is important to always take compounds prescribed by the doctor, since it can have adverse effects due to improper use such as vomiting or tachycardia.
The egg-sized fruit with a yellowish color comes out in late summer or early autumn; It is edible, but only if it is ripe, otherwise it can be toxic and cause damage to the stomach. If the dose is too high, it can even lead to unconsciousness and hallucinations.
This flower is, without a doubt, a versatile species, both for its medicinal characteristics and for its great ornamental, exuberant and exotic value.
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