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path. He is thought to be related to evil forces and to bring misfortune and illness. Others, on the contrary, think he is good and that his pranks are part of his nature. Blowing dust, branches and leaves, stirring up river waters and lakes, he moves on his wandering way without premeditated victims, grumbling or roaring with laughter at the consequences of his jokes. This guffaw is what we know as the sound of the wind.<\/p>\n
He dwells at the top of the mountains and this myth has probably influenced in the name of one of the Andean ranges, to the North of The air gives life to the human soul and to the sacred, so it can be understood as a positive or negative entity, depending on how its force is used. \u201cIt is the spirit that lives in emblems, in the machi\u2019s <\/em>songs, in the predictions of the wind and inside every human being. There lies his relationship with life and fertility\u201d<\/strong>1<\/sup> <\/a>.<\/p>\n A poem by the Mapuche writer Elicura Chihailaf<\/strong> pictures him in the following way:<\/p>\n Among clouds of dust Wirafk\u00fclen akuy pingey<\/em> -Extracted and translated from \u201cVoces Mapuches\/ Mapuche Dungu\u201d, Carlos Aldunate y Leonel Lienlaf (Ed.)- <\/em><\/p>\n <\/a> 1<\/sup>M\u00f3nica Munizaga, “Fertilidad y ritualidad en la poes\u00eda etnocultural mapuche”<\/em><\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The four elements of life are vital to understand the Mapuche viewpoint. The air symbolizes the force that pushes existence, although there are good winds and bad ones. Here you will find a particular character of their mythology. Meul\u00e9n in Mapuche language means \u201cwhirlwind\u201d, and in their mythology he is taken as an embodiment of… Read on<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_editorskit_title_hidden":false,"_editorskit_reading_time":0,"_editorskit_is_block_options_detached":false,"_editorskit_block_options_position":"{}","footnotes":""},"categories":[48],"tags":[133],"class_list":{"0":"post-3594","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-patagonia-hoy","7":"tag-mitos-y-leyendas"},"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3594","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3594"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3594\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4275,"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3594\/revisions\/4275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.patagonia-argentina.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"Viento](\"\/images\/meulen_vientoconflor_tecnicamixta.jpg\")
Neuqu\u00e9n, \u201cCordillera del Viento\u201d <\/strong>(\u201cRange of the Wind<\/em>\u201d).<\/p>\nMeul\u00e9n<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n
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\nMeul\u00e9n came down the valleys
\nwhispering between the rocks
\nThey say
\nthat at dawn
\nflying
\nMeul\u00e9n crossed the airs
\nAsleep among the stems
\nI was listening to his whispering
\nThe night went through softly
\namong the hills
\nFast,
\na bird of dust
\nnumbed my head
\nwith its flight.<\/p>\nMeulen<\/span><\/h2>\n
\ntruf\u00fcr\u00fclfi mapu<\/em>
\nwedake dungu miaw\u00fcli pigney<\/em>
\nPegney piam<\/em>
\nwente winkul<\/em>
\nlladk\u00fcn miaw\u00fcn meulen<\/em>
\nki\u00f1e f\u00fccha g\u00fc\u00f1\u00fcmreke<\/em>
\nm\u00fcpunmu rupay fachi pun<\/em>
\nUmagtumekefun inche<\/em>
\nkachill tayu<\/em>
\npun n\u00fctram allk\u00fcfin<\/em>
\nale<\/em>
\npe\u00f1ameneu \u00f1i k\u00fcw\u00fc<\/em>
\nKi\u00f1e g\u00fc\u00f1\u00fcm trokifi\u00f1<\/em>
\nrupay k\u00fcrfreke wente<\/em>
\n\u00f1i lonko<\/em><\/p>\n