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 sunI no longer know whether to curse you or pray for youWhere my friends have told me that you've goneI'm afraid to look for you and afraid to find you
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