Lit candles. Faces. Memories,
and an entrance that´s rainbow: protection for the place
of rest and meditation.
Necklaces. Cempasuchitl, pre-Hispanic links, songs,
paper medals, flames talking to the wind
the diverse language departed.
It is the prime time of the celebration
or death´s needle,
It is the decomposition of matter, transformed into art…
Who could have imagined so much beauty on a tomb?
Mole. Glass of water. Copal. Salt. Prayers.
Firecrackers. Fruits. Bread. Music.
Corridos. Bolas. Romantic songs.
History, praised…
In Morelos everything is possible
Gloom battles with life and its victor,
it is once again for a little while, happines, live tradition
which overcomes reality.
It was before these ornate gravesites, when I knew
That in Ocotepec, as in my heart,
those that have departed return every year to remind us of their love.
And that only LOVE can save us.