Brazilian Secret Mythology - The lady in the balcony

Once upon a time there was a young lady crying on her balcony. She was looking at the trees on a beautiful full moon night, and still she was crying. She could feel the whole world’s pain at that very moment. If there was a little boy crying in Africa, she could hear him. If there was an old lady mourning at her son’s body in Palestine, she could also feel it. All the world’s grief was on her shoulders, and she felt heavy, but never weak, although she almost fell apart for less than a second.
She wished she were that girl from the fairytale who had a very long hair that a handsome prince climbed (she could not remember the girl’s name or what was the prince supposed to save her from). But the young lady did not have a very long hair, and she knew her life was nothing like a fairytale.
Her tears became so thick that they started to fall from the balcony and make little holes on the reddish sidewalk. Then she thought that maybe, if she let her tears drop in the exact same spot on the sidewalk, they would form a stalagmite that could be the path for a prince to come, climb and save her from that atrocious pain.
So she cried night and day interruptedly: on beautiful and sunny days, on stormy afternoons, on starry or foggy nights – there she was, the lady in the balcony, crying her heart out, quiet or loud.
She got used to the crying and could feel even more all kinds of pain that were in the world. Each new pain gave her more hope: it would make her cry more, and that would make the stalagmite grow more.
One day it reached her, but she was so used to her own ritual that she could not stop mourning, although she was almost happy. She hoped her prince would show up, climb the tear rock and rescue her from the unbearable pain.
But the prince never came, and the lady who once was young became old and wrinkled. She was so absorbed on her pain and the world’s pain that she never realized that she could have climbed down the stalagmite, just in case the handsome prince never showed up. And she kept crying and crying for eternity.
It is said that, whenever you hear a weep noise on full moon nights, you should not cry for any reason, because the balcony lady could transfer her pain to you to set herself free. Maybe that is why there are full moon parties in places like Thailand: so that people are always happy and dancing and do not let the lady’s hopeless weep take over their feelings…