Message in Color by Julie Sopetran Lit candles. Faces. Memories and an entrance thats a 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 deaths thread, threaded through times needle. It is the decomposition of matter, transformed into art. It is the final curtain awaken from death in Ocotepec. Yes. An eternal dream of uncorrupt flowers and of gibberish. It is deaths lament, fading away and it is also the respect made a tribute. 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. Creativity, expressed in its most raw form... And it is the color purple, elegies in white, blue, pink. It is a blow from grace so heightened as artificial fire that reveals the souls presence in the darkness. Something like the flowering of martyrdon in flames. An arrangement for the end or the posthumous splendor. In Morelos everything is possible gloom battles with life and its victor, it is once again for a little which, happiness, 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.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 16:31:37 +0000
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