Legend of the Volcanoes 

The hosts of the Aztec Empire returning from the war. But neither sounded nor teponaxtles shells, nor did huéhuetl bounce their repercussions on the streets and in the temples. Nor chirimías sprinkled his reedy tone in the vast valley of Anahuac and the shimmering blue-green of the five lakes (Chalco, Xochimilco, Texcoco, Ecatepec and Tzompanco) a dwindling army defeat reflected. The eagle knight, the tiger knight and the coyote was said that Captain brought their plumes broken and shattered shields and clothes to the wind tremolando bloody shreds. Back in the Cues and step on the strengths of the braziers were off and empty tlecáxitl was the ceremonial incense, huge cauldrons of mud with the horrible figure of Texcatlipoca the lame god of war. The standards listed and the advice of Yopica they were old and wise teachers of the art of strategy, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the warriors to hear from his own lips the explanation of their shameful defeat. Had long since a large contingent of well-arming Aztec warriors had come out for conquest to the Southland, where there dwelt Ulmecas the Xicalanca, the Zapotecs and Vixtotis needed to anoint the already huge manor Anahuac. Two lunar cycles had passed and already thinking about a settlement of conquest, but now returning the brokenhearted and full of shame warriors. For two moons had fought bravely, without giving or asking for any truce, but despite their valiant struggle and knowledge of war learned in Calmecac, who was named the Institute of War, returned decimated, with broken sledge toothless, though battered shields batons bloodied with the blood of his enemies. He came to the front of this sad and disenchanted host, an Aztec warrior despite tearing his clothes and scrambled multicolored plume feathers, kept his gallantry, his arrogance and pride of his race. Embijados men hid their faces and women wept and ran to hide their children so that they were not witnesses aque dishonorable return. Only one woman did not cry, looked stunned amazement as bizarre Aztec warrior with his haughty eye and serene spirit wanted to prove he had fought and lost fair and square against an overwhelming number of men of the races in the South. She turned pale and his face turned white as lily of the lakes, feeling the gaze of the Aztec warrior who fixed her her bright, dark eyes. And Xochiquétzal, such was the woman and that means beautiful flower, felt suddenly withered, because that was his Aztec warrior loved and had sworn eternal love. Xichoquétzal stirred furious to see with deep hatred of Tlaxcala who had made his wife a week before, swearing and filling of deceit telling the Aztec warrior, his sweet beloved, had dropped dead in the war against the Zapotecs. -¡Me Lied, vile and poisonous that it Tzompetlácatl man - it's called the escorpión-; You tricked me to marry me. But I do not love you because I've always loved him and he is back and will continue to love him for simpre! Xochiquétzal launched a thousand insults against tlaxcalteca fallacious and lifting the hem of her blouse ran across the plain, moaning his intense misery of love. Her graceful figure reflected on the iridescent surface waters of the great lake of Texcoco, where the Aztec warrior turned to face her. And he saw her husband run followed and it was found that she fled in terror. Then he clenched his fist furiously the baton and away from the ranks of warriors humiliated was launched in pursuit of the two. Few steps and separated the beautiful Xochiquétzal the despicable husband when overtook them Aztec warrior. There was no exchange of words and reason for every word left over there. The tlaxcalteca extracted the spear hiding under the cloak and the Aztec drew his baton toothed, teeth embedded Coyámetl jaguar and such was the boar. They collided love and lies. The spear with flint-tipped bristles sought Warrior Aztec chest and sent furious baton blows towards Skull who had stolen his beloved using cunning deceptions. And so they were going away from the valley, crossing the tougher fight between lakes where axolotls and jumped xochócatl that frogs are green silty shores. Long continued one duel. The tlaxcalteca defending his wife and lie. The Aztec love of the woman he loved and who had to live arrestros return to Anahuac. Finally, almost at sunset, the Aztec could slay an tlaxcalteca who fled their country for their country perhaps for help to avenge the Aztec. The winner for the love and the truth came back looking for her beloved Xochiquétzal. And he found lying forever, dead in the middle of the valley, because a woman who loved him as she could not live to bear the shame and embarrassment of being with another man, when in fact loved the owner of his being and he had sworn eternal fidelity. The Aztec warrior knelt beside her and wept with eyes and soul. And wonders and cut flowers xoxocotzin with which covered the lifeless body of beautiful Xochiquétzal. Crown his temples with fragrant flowers is Yoloxóchitl heart flower and brought a censer in which incense burned. It came zenzontle Zenzontletole also called because it mimics the voices of other birds and chirping means 400, for four tones of sweet songs launch this bird. By sky in clouds crossed Tlahuelpoch, which is the messenger of death. And legend has it that at one time the earth shook and lightning thundered space and a cataclysm occurred which did not speak of the oral traditions that are Tlachiques old sages and soothsayers, nor tlacuilos had registered in their astonishing codices . All trembled, and the earth blight and fire stones fell on the five lakes, the sky became dark and the people of Anahuac struck terror filled. At dawn they were there, where before it was valley two snowy mountains, one that had the unmistakable shape of a woman lying on a mound of white flowers and other high and high adopting the figure of an Aztec warrior kneeling beside the snowy foot of a impressive ice sculpture. The flowers of the heights Tepexóchitl called to grow in the mountains and the pine trees, along with the early morning pearling, covered with white shroud skirts dead whiteness of dawn and put snow on her beautiful breasts and her thighs and covered all ermine. Since then, these two volcanoes today watching the beautiful valley of Anahuac, had names for Iztaccihuatl and Popocatepetl means sleeping woman, who translates for smoking mountain, as it may sometimes escape the immense cauldron smoke. As for the cowardly tlaxcalteca deceiver, as he also says the legend, was to die near his land disoriented and also made mountain covered with snow and they named Poyauteclat, meaning Twilight Lord and later Citlaltepetl or hill the star and watch far away from the eternal dream of the two lovers and those who can never be separated. Those were the days when the god was worshiped God Coyote and Hummingbird Aztec Pantheon and the mountains were gods and received tributes of flowers and songs, because their skirts slips vivifying water and fertilize the fields. For many years and shortly before the conquest, dead maidens unhappy love or lovesickness, were buried on the slopes of Iztaccihuatl, of Xochiquétzal, the woman who died of grief and love and today lies turned into snowy mountain evergreen ermine.