Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Día de los Muertos

This day holds a huge part of my heart captive every year.

 More years then I would like to admit, on this day, my cousin was murdered. Her small daughter left behind. I give my cousin the respect she deserves. Every year I take my alter out, and I light my candle, and I think of her. 

Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece
Ya no sé si maldecirte o por ti rezar,
Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte
Donde me aseguran mis amigos que te vas.

I'm tired of weeping and yet there's no sign of the sun
I no longer know whether to curse you or pray for you
Where my friends have told me that you've gone
I'm afraid to look for you and afraid to find you

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