What are the things in life, many years ago on November 1 was the day of burial, if it was their day of glory, adorned the graves of the dead and among narrow roads could not be a pin, was the place most crowded of any people. .
The rich had pantheons of marble and silver candlesticks, you could tell the difference just by looking at them. They came to the cemetery in their best clothes and I remember I stopped at all hiding, thus watched his elegant clothes and jewelry, in my environment "Andalusian emigrants and workers" was hard to see that luxury.
To me it was a holiday, that day used to new clothes and my cousin who was older than me, with me, first Mass of twelve, and then we went to the cemetery walk. We read the tombstones of the smallest, the Los Angeles area as my mother and I prayed without knowing and imagined her life would be like looking at your photos.
just like that now, in cemeteries are only the oldest of each house and if they can, "Day of the Dead" (the day when I walked eating pipes and the paths between the graves) children and young people are tired today are asleep, they stay up late at night because they celebrate "Halloween" a foreign party that has left our dead alone.
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