Entre las creencias y mitos margariteños hay una leyenda que dice que los margariteños eran, en el principio del mundo, gente pequeñísima que vivía en paz, agradecidos de su madre la Luna y de su padre el Sol. Estos placidos seres fueron forzados a querer crecer, cuando el viento les trajo la noticia de que su pueblo sería invadido. La madre Luna provocó una gran noche, después de la cual algunos de los habitantes de la isla despertaron como gigantes (vigilantes vegetales perpetuos) y otros a diferente escala. No todos pudieron despertar de aquella gran noche, pero a los que sí lo pudieron hacer se les permitió hacer familia para seguir contando la historia por siempre. Es la gente que vemos caminar, entre la bellas casas margariteñas, prestos a detenerse, a explicar, a cuidar o a narrarnos historias, sentados en un banco de la Plaza Bolívar.

Among the Margarite beliefs and myths there is a legend that says that the Margarites were, in the beginning of the world, very tiny people who lived in peace, grateful to their mother the Moon and their father the Sun. These placid beings were forced to want to grow, when the wind brought them the news that their people would be invaded. Mother Luna caused a great night, after which some of the island's inhabitants woke up like giants (perpetual plant watchers) and others on a different scale. Not everyone was able to wake up from that great night, but those who could do so were allowed to make family to continue telling the story forever. It's the people we see walking, among the beautiful Margarite houses, ready to stop, explain, take care or tell stories, sitting on a bench in the Plaza Bolivar.