Indigenous legend has it that these rivers symbolize two lovers condemned to be together but never mix.
The Orinoco (man) and Caroni (woman), fell in love. Nobody is to blame for having been born in different places, but their hearts beat with excitement when through the wind they caressed each other. The gods opposed and they, in defiance of the obstacles, agreed to be away from the mountain and together to go to the immense blue sea. That was the dream and they fulfilled it, from the orthodox and unorthodox they made a single theory.
That is the true greatness of nature, which sooner or later unites what it has to unite. The hundreds of admirers dressed as tributaries who fell at the feet of Caroni, failed to break their feelings. She did not falter for a moment in her longing to meet her beloved boyfriend, and the day they did so, they kissed each other softly and silently in fresh water bubbles. Holding hands, they went to travel the world through the ocean currents.
Sometimes the Orinoco becomes rebellious and haughty, but just a nod from Caroni, it calms down. In the end, both are respected, both are needed. In the deep look they notice that they love each other, that they take care of themselves and protect themselves. When Orinoco is suffocated by the heat, Caroní blows the wind to cool it. In the same way, when Caroní is very cold, then Orinoco clothes her with heat. That gesture of mutual help is love, it is peace and freedom.
An indigenous legend of our land.
