THE legend of Iara, also known in several regions of Brazil as the legend of the mother of water, she is part of the Brazilian folklore and of unworthy origin, but precisely in the northern region of Brazil (Amazon).
The mermaid Iara is a legend in Brazilian folklore, so she is very special.Iara or Uiara (from tupi y-îara “the one who lives in the water”) is a beautiful mermaid who first lives in the Amazon River, but later the legend spread and she is seen throughout our Brazilian territory.
Fishermen from all over Brazil, in fresh or salt water, tell stories of young men who gave in to the charms of the beautiful Iara and they ended up drowning in passion, or rather, to this day it is unknown what happens to those who give in to her charms, because her body is never again found. Some authors believe that the mermaid did not kill its victims, but led them to their palaces. underwater and using her magical powers she made men survive below of water. Still others say that several Indians maintained a love relationship with the mermaid, and would have returned to tell the story.
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The Amazon Indians tell that Iara was a warrior Indian, the best of her tribe. And because of that, she attracted the envy of many. And among the envious ones were her brothers, who were still jealous that their father always preferred Iara's company and always praised her more than them. One day, the brothers could stand it no longer and plotted to kill Iara.
However, the beautiful Indian had a very keen hearing and, upon hearing the evil plan of the brothers, she tried to defend herself, she was a skilled warrior, and ended up, by misfortune, killing the brothers. Desperate with what she had committed and with the outcome of the story, she decides to run away and hide in the woods. However her father engenders a relentless pursuit and manages to capture her. As punishment, they throw it into the Solimões River. However, the fish are sensitized by the beauty of Iara and save her, taking her to the surface. And, as it was a full moon night, she transforms into a beautiful mermaid.
Legend has it that the beautiful mermaid is found in the rivers of the north of the country, where she usually lives.
On the rocks of the slopes, she tends to attract men with her beautiful and irresistible singing.
Victims usually follow Iara to the bottom of the rivers, a place from which they never return.
The few who make it back end up going crazy due to the mermaid's enchantments.
In this case, legend has it, only a ritual performed by a shaman (indigenous religious leader, healer) can free man from the spell.
The Indians of the Amazon Region tell that Iara was a warrior Indian, of exuberant beauty. All her brothers were jealous of her, as her father, the chief of the tribe, praised her a lot. One day, the brothers decided to kill Iara, but she heard the plan and fought back, killing all the brothers in her own defense.
After that, Iara fled into the woods. Her father, enraged, pursued her and managed to capture her, applying a punishment: Iara was thrown into the Solimões River to drown. However, the fish saved her and, through the effects of the full moon, she was transformed into a mermaid.
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Iara was a young mermaid who lived in the depths of the sea.
Iara, every day of the full moon, transformed into her human form in search of her victims.
One day Iara was walking near the riverbank, when she saw a beautiful young man, already with the thought that that young man would be her next victim, like many others.
And so Iara seduced the handsome young man with her singing and her beauty, achieving
then take it to the bottom of the sea…
… And making that young man his victim, Iara continued her routine, delighting everyone who passed by the stream with her singing and her beauty.
"She Lives inside me, like a river,
A beautiful woman, elusive and rare,
In a bubbling of silvery flakes, Iara
With golden hair and a cool body.
Among the dating and spy water lilies:
And she, from the mobile mirror of the light wave,
With moist green eyes she stares at me,
And she offers me her white, soft breast.
I rush, in the impetus of a husband,
In the despair of the ultimate glory,
To narrow it down, mad with pride and joy...
But in my arms the illusion vanishes:
And the mother of water, exhaling a pious woe,
It melts into dead foam pearls.”
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Iara is so beautiful, whoever sees her doesn't believe
With her eyes shining, she likes to comb her hair
With her eyes shining, she likes to comb her hair
When you start to sing, everyone comes to listen
And so the party begins, with the forest gang
And so the party begins, with the forest gang
Iara is so beautiful, whoever sees her doesn't believe
With her eyes shining, she likes to comb her hair
With her eyes shining, she likes to comb her hair
When you start to sing, everyone comes to listen
And so the party begins, with the forest gang
And so the party begins, with the forest gang
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