Indian mythology: wounded pigeons

"duppa, you are the creator of the universe, the creator of all kinds of animals and humans, and do not abandon us!" that is what the indians say when they call their angels.

dupaj is a protector, but he has his own problems.

a dream that upsets him: he wants to make a white creature.

but there was nothing he could do.

he has power, but he has no white material.

toupah envied the lord of the earth, which gave birth to these white-skinned creatures.

dupa peeked at the white spirits that flashed on the foreheads from time to time and groaned for a long time.

one day dupa saw a bunch of boys and girls playing.

the sun was particularly burning that day, and he wanted a beautiful girl to be protected from the sun.

the girl is playing on the gold beach.

duppa took the girl.

having such a beautiful woman, he was so happy that he danced.

a gentle girl just turned into a pigeon.

duppa just turned the girl into a bird with white white feathers, and the poor girl was terrified, and she asked, "where am i?" this new kingdom is full of strange people.

fascinating animals came out of all directions.

in this dark kingdom, everything scares the pigeons.

duppa laughed on the throne.

he looked at his masterpiece without looking at it, and lamented the beautiful dove.

then the pigeon flew away, for a long time.

it flies over rivers, lakes, hills and plains of peace.

but it didn't see a white bird, except it was.

the pigeons started to groan.

the doppa, who is familiar with every sound in his kingdom, listens to it because he hears a voice he has never heard.

that's the pigeon's grief for his destiny.

it felt too special to be in this white coat.

it does not even want to look at itself, and does not want to go into the mud of the dark kingdoms and look at its shadows.

it doesn't live to sigh.

dupaj was pleased to hear that sad voice, which he found very sweet.

he intends to give pigeons the voice of joy for generations.

unfortunately, the beautiful pigeons are weakening day by day.

one night it didn't even stand up.

and it cried out to the dupa: "the supreme god, the god of thunder and rain, i implore you to wear a crow or a vulture feather!" because i feel that life is hell!" "i wish you were white; i was happy to see you flying on my land.

you represent the light and i do not like the boring things, and you make me happy." the dove does not understand what dupa said to it; he fears that his fate will be set.

since then, the pigeon has no longer wanted to live.

it's desperate.

one morning, it tried to commit suicide without restraint.

it pecks its chest with its mouth.

blood is flowing out, red and white.

doves hurt so bad, they finally fell on the ground like dead.

poor bird just fainted.

when he woke up, he saw a red spot on his chest.

so the pigeons came back to dupa.

this..The angels are busy pouring rain on the earth.

He asked, "What are you doing here?" The pigeon lamented: "Dupa, you put me on white feathers, see how embarrassing my position is!" And so it showed Dupa its bloody breasts.

Dupa is kind, he sympathizes with the pain of the pigeons.

He reached out to the dove with tears and touched its bloody spot with a finger.

The dots will never go away again.

From that time on, there was a red mark on the chest of the pigeons of the Argentine coast.

The people of the region, in honour of Dupa, gave it a beautiful name called “the wounded pigeon”。