DAY OF THE DEAD

The stalks paraca looks at us and every day, every moment every moment is our eternal and faithful companion. Yet always meet your daunting task that helps the world to its constant renewal: Does not it concluded, never blooms ... That is so far :: law of life that is born is doomed, sooner or later, you stop taking the place that life energy one day they gave :: paradoxically death is the big winner of the existence and there is no possibility to sneak it, block it out, one day all over, like it or not.

- Quiet, dammit! Remove your dirty my hands!
- Is there pain?
-I pressed. I can not move.
'Well, let's see. Does it hurt?
- Wow! I am very picky and weak
-So, do not get sick. You're a perfect idiot. Open your mouth and swallow the medicine and stop screwing around. I rule at this clinic. Here it is what I say.

There was a big difference between normal people and alcoholics who were abandoned in the popular care clinics of the country .. Dipsomaniacs were cannon fodder for the reaper each moment: Many decomposing flesh without protest, degenerate and debased by vice, awaiting only the moment of departure.

Many times these inveterate drunkards, threw a scream that could scare the devil himself, trying to ward off syringes slapped chemotherapy, hoping some alcohol and that it's catrina celebrated with great joy and gladness: for vacant spaces would arrival of other beings insurance, repeat the same path of those poor devils addicts. So life, for such beings forever hooked, ever be worth, always succeeding, with much greater reason, death.

-Act like male coward. We know that cancer causes pain and I have already mentioned whose fault. Feel relaxed, everyone dies in this world, whatever they do. Sooner or later we'll all go. So it shows that you value.
He is leaving me soul. Let me take a last drink ... I beg you, doctor.

Healthy or sick, children, young and old, all clients of the relentless eternal white lady in mano.Muerte relentless scythe which does not give anyone any extension ..

In my country, there is a festival in which stale worships the dead, the souls: During the first two days of November, people put an altar in their homes which presents an offering to the food, drinks and food that the deceased loved ones, used to eat during their lives.

Two days when you pray the rosary and placed candles for light to be dead and beyond retronar of your favorite foods to share with their families. It is a tradition of pagan origin, sincretada with Catholicism.: The church of the celestial, attends the festival's first dedicated November to saints departed: All those people whose purity espiritul lived without blemish. That also includes the pure souls of children who died without committing sin. The church of the traps, is celebrated on November 2 and is responsible for all those beings who have not yet been able to cross into the kingdom of heaven and that is why the feast, pray the rosary to assist them to cross that line Purgatory and obstaculizante. That is the day known as All Souls.

At first glance, it seems a straightforward and simple, but in truth, it is not so: This is to make contact with the dead. They are invoked and is expected to have its presence in previously designed the altar candles, crayons, colored paper and adorned with orange flowers and other calls cempansuchil called burgundy velvet.

In that space placed in a significant home is where you place a mat of orange flower petals, mixed with velvet brown and meats are served on plates and platters. Also placed in the offering, sweet pumpkin, chicken mole, tortillas, bread, soft drinks and beer or tequila. The method involves placing the deceased and offer a variety of favorite foods for them throughout their lives.

During the two-day festival, with dead people, offers visits that occur at home, a snack, whether you know them or not. Visitors are obñigados to offer the bereaved a wax exchange for food that can include: Tamales, beans, mole with chicken, broth, or some other guizo pozole. I insist that you do not need to meet with the bereaved or be known of them, more than enough to give the wax to the owners of the house and all who come, and guests are welcome to enjoy the collation honrrando thus the person deceased. The final day of the festival, which is the second day of November, at two or three o'clock, stands the altar and people can ask any viand be presented in this offering and will be granted unimpeded or condition. That is, the offering is also consumed by both families as visitors: This social phenomenon is called "The Day of the Dead" and is celebrated both day and night without stopping. The festival has been running for many years throughout the country and highlights significant places which attracting hundreds of thousands of people, both domestic extranjers to witness the stunning and impressive offerings. The most prominent and popular sites are: San Andres Mixquic in the vicinity of the canals of Xochimilco in Mexico City. And Lake Patzcuaro and six islands, in Michoacan state. It is worth mentioning that in these two sites the festival takes place in the cemetery, which is located within the main courtyards of churches.
Day of the Dead gives space also to the creation of short literary compositions full of humor and colorful, called "skulls" dedicated to someone in particular simply have a good time and a laugh:
La catrina that all esteem,
hidden waits just around the corner.
From China to Patagonia, to North America, sharpened teeth.
And everyone, even with cloning, sooner or temprao, is the refined ...

Mexico is one of the few places in the world where you worship and honor the dead, and are accessed so cheerful folkloricamente a forbidden topic and delicate, which saves you a lot of distance and respect other cultures . It is a social and cultural phenomenon worthy of being watched, lived and analyzed as a whole town turns with great energy to the idea and strongly believes the return of loved ones from beyond the grave, in a very real and felt, which reveals, without doubt, not only the route of its values ​​and traditions, but his great faith in spiritual matters, so necessary in a world that drains us of his hands every day.