To the bride, groom, mother-in-law, compadre, grandparents or whoever you want <\/h3>\nGive a skull <\/h2>\nBecause the year has not been like for gifts … <\/h2>\n
Because the year has not been like for gifts … <\/h2>\n
But first … <\/p>\n
What are skulls? <\/h2>\n
Skulls are an essential part of every Day of the Dead. Moreover, an essential part of Mexico and point. From primary school, our teachers had us writing skulls as these dates approached. <\/p>\n
In case you don’t know them, calaveritas are small poems in verse, written with humor, irony or some spicy Mexican gesture. Its main theme revolves around death. That’s right, since primary school we make fun of death. <\/p>\n
These skulls are usually dedicated to a loved one, but they can also talk about famous people, Mexican artists, politicians (they touch them with less affection), or even yourself. The important thing is that at some point you play with death. <\/p>\n
The idea of \u200b\u200bthis tradition, like many around the Day of the Dead, is to record that death is something we do not accompany every day. It\u2019s not necessarily bad, but, like skulls and altars, it can be full of colors, flavors, and happy memories. <\/p>\n
Inevitably feel nostalgia, of course, but it is a recording that we are human and for all we all go. <\/p>\n
How are you? Why hide the inevitable, we better see it as part of the walk, because this body is borrowed and life passes in a second. There we will end up meeting. <\/p>\n
Anyway, you came here for skulls and as I do not want you to die waiting for me, here I share about seven with everything and dedication: <\/p>\n
YOU MAY ALSO BE INTERESTED IN: HANAL PIX\u00c1N: MAYAN CELEBRATIONS OF THE DAY OF THE DEAD<\/strong><\/p>\n I went to the flower shop and bought you some flowers <\/p>\n Then to the square that was passing by <\/p>\n I buy you three weird, colorful dresses <\/p>\n And for dinner wine, cheese and chilies in walnut <\/p>\n But when you came by the market, thinking of your glows <\/p>\n A ruthless calaca appeared to me by surprise <\/p>\n “I come for your life, don’t hide, don’t cry for me” <\/p>\n Dark and cold, that’s what that skinny woman told me <\/p>\n “At least say goodbye to the love of my loves” <\/p>\n “But leave your gifts,” he replied very angrily <\/p>\n And that’s why I’m here, ignore the rumors <\/p>\n I did not forget our anniversary, but your gifts <\/p>\n Death left me with nothing. <\/p>\n I wear it all week with Jesus in my mouth <\/p>\n Is it my time, is it time for me? <\/p>\n I feel that a very dark figure follows me <\/p>\n Did the calaca come to my grave by chance? <\/p>\n The voice in every corner, I look crazy <\/p>\n I told this to my girlfriend, cold as rock <\/p>\n And just then I saw the figure again <\/p>\n “Dinner is served,” he told us sweetly <\/p>\n Apparently I will not die today and that if I am happy <\/p>\n But now I know very well that my mother-in-law is watching me <\/p>\n My compadre never needed to have fun <\/p>\n To drink your alcohol <\/p>\n The important thing was to measure yourself <\/p>\n Against all but his kidneys <\/p>\n Oh buddy, you left me <\/p>\n And you didn’t leave a drink of your liquor <\/p>\n Now alone, here very sad <\/p>\n I feel like watching the flowers die <\/p>\n But what do I see in the distance? <\/p>\n It’s the calaca that comes laughing <\/p>\n And next to me my compadre and his festivities <\/p>\n That he was not dead, he was partying! <\/p>\n In this house where everything is old <\/p>\n Where there is a lot of food and few rules <\/p>\n I grew up believing that far away <\/p>\n On his altar he would place the old ones <\/p>\n A goodbye to those teachers <\/p>\n That in life they leave a mark <\/p>\n That death there in heaven <\/p>\n So welcome them to a party <\/p>\n In the meantime I wake up <\/p>\n On the altar with his photo placed <\/p>\n Because this Day of the Dead <\/p>\n I don’t take a nap <\/p>\n Until I see my grandparents <\/p>\n Every night like this <\/p>\n (Ya ba’yorar)<\/em> <\/p>\n My father and holy mother <\/p>\n I’m fine, I swear <\/p>\n I learned it with the flip flop <\/p>\n Although we are far away right now <\/p>\n Not even death scares me <\/p>\n Because I spoke to her very seriously <\/p>\n So that you are never taken away <\/p>\n (ya’toi yorando)<\/em> <\/p>\n I was walking with my brothers <\/p>\n From prank to prank <\/p>\n When unwittingly wanting <\/p>\n We did a lot on the adventure <\/p>\n “And now how do we get back?” <\/p>\n Ask my sister, the most mature <\/p>\n And at least we thought so <\/p>\n A calaca appears to us, with a very hard expression <\/p>\n “To return they will have to give me a soul” <\/p>\n That tall figure told us <\/p>\n “Sappho give mine” he replies hastily <\/p>\n “Who told the last one?” asked the bony one <\/p>\n And after much debate, we take her to the brink of madness <\/p>\n \u201cEnough! Stay your souls, but stop the torture ” <\/p>\n And that’s how we escaped <\/p>\n Of a very certain death <\/p>\n One Friday like another <\/p>\n Locked up in the office <\/p>\n They all left, they left me <\/p>\n They closed up to the curtains <\/p>\n I thought they had finally made it <\/p>\n Going crazy with your routine <\/p>\n When he appeared in front of me <\/p>\n A dancing calaca <\/p>\n It looked very amazing <\/p>\n When I smiled at that catrina <\/p>\n “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid of me, <\/p>\n Doesn’t your guillotine land on you? ” <\/p>\n Naive skinny, I was waiting for you <\/p>\n Pa’que take me far, far from this corner <\/p>\n And so far we have left it for today because I was already in a lot of trouble. <\/p>\n But do not stop sharing this tradition, which continues to run through our veins. <\/p>\n And by the way, send me yours, I already want your poems empty. <\/p>\n Aj\u00faa! <\/p>\n YOU MAY ALSO BE INTERESTED IN: GDP: THE FOOD OF SOULS IN YUCATAN FOR THE DAY OF THE DEAD<\/p>\nNow yes, the skulls <\/h2>\n
\nFor the bride (Yes, you Valentina, what else?) <\/h3>\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nFor the mother-in-law (obviously not for me) <\/h3>\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nFor the compadre <\/h3>\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nFor grandparents <\/h3>\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nFor parents <\/h3>\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nFor the brothers <\/h3>\n
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<\/figure>\n<\/div>\nFor your bosses (don’t send it to mine, please) <\/h3>\n
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