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Legends of our mountains : Majella and Gran Sasso

Majella, described by Pliny the "father of the mountains, has long been considered sacred by the Abruzzi, maternal mountain, a place of myths and legends, wrapped in magical atmosphere. Some say that in principle the mountain s'appelle Palena, dedicated to Jupiter, and then revised in Majella.
ancient and fascinating tale is the voice down by the cult of the goddess Maja Majella, the largest the Pleiades and the daughter of Atlas. It is said that they lived in Phrygia beautiful mighty warrior, the "Majellane," including the most beautiful Maja, who had a son by Zeus, Hermes, also a beautiful and titanic who was stabbed to death during a battle. Maja then ran away with him on Mount Palena wealth of medicinal herbs, including a very special bloom in the spring melt of snow and it was able to cure any ailment. When they arrived, however, the Monte Palena was still covered with snow and missing dell'agognata grass. Hermes, therefore, ceased to live, and was buried on the Gran Sasso, Maja desperate died of a heart attack and was buried on the Majella. Even today, the hiss Wind that shakes the branches, the howling of the storm, the clatter of rocks falling down in the valleys, is no more than the lament of Maja, who still mourns the loss of the beloved Hermes. Jupiter, wishing to remember the young man, you gave birth to a unique tree with yellow flowers, gold, giving it the name Majo laburnum. Following the flower became a pledge of love between young people, on the night of May Day, which celebrates the arrival of spring, or hang a branch on the door of his beloved.

Another legend says that in the distant past, the golden coast of Abruzzo coast, landed a young mother with her small child, both exhausted and sick began advancing towards the hinterland, up to the majestic mountains. Maja was the young daughter of the Gods and Queen of India, had set out to find the peace of mind for some time negatagli. Mother and son arrived at the mountain fell into a deep sleep, waking up Maja had suffered the terrible news: the young prince was dead. To despair of the queen attended by all the forest animals, and even the sun retreated in advance to leave more time to the wonders of the night. Meanwhile his mother had wrapped the baby in swaddling clothes, and gold was lying beside her. The night passed slowly and serene atmosphere with magic that covered the landscape, all waiting for the great miracle that was about to occur. In the early hours of dawn, all the inhabitants of the mountain remained open-mouthed when they saw the little prince transformed into a majestic mountain which looked like a big sleeping man, and the sweet Maja resting at his feet, always in the form of a large rock . Even today, the queen of India and her little prince rest assured between the lands of Abruzzo, and perhaps not everyone knows that those mountains called Gran Sasso and Maiella are their own.