This is something that haunts me head for a long time. Thanks to some photos a Mexican friend, I could see more clearly the color, pattern and other parties one of the most characteristic of Mexico: the day of the dead great and the day of the dead ones (ie, 1 and November 2, day All Saints here.)
I always felt attracted to this festival, it has little to do with what we do here to remind all those who have left us. For them it is like coming to party with those people who for one reason or another, passed from this life. And I love that, because although death is always a blow to me in particular, the day I leave this world, I do not remember me locked in a wooden box, but remember the good times and although only a day a year, I feel that party with them:)
I hope to see with my own eyes this time I'm passionate about, but for now I will continue to unleash my imagination, to reflect the colors, shapes, feeling the day of the dead.
There is a short stop motion that I love, which is entitled "to the bone, where a brutal version of the legendary" Weeping Woman "sings a song with the same name which reads:
not know they have the flowers, weeping, cemetery flowers
not know they have flowers, weeping, cemetery flowers
That when the wind moves, weeping, it seems that they are crying
That when the wind moves, weeping, it seems that they are crying Ay de mi llorona
, blue sky Ay de mi llorona
of blue
Although it costs my life, crybaby, I shall love
Although it costs my life, Moaning, will not stop loving you Your kisses
carry in my soul, llorona, which do not depart from
Your kisses my soul I've been in, llorona, which do not depart from my
The last of my mother, weeping, and the first I gave
The last of my mother, weeping, and the first thing you di ...
In case you want to see this short here I leave the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XDnxA4LvZE
Hope you like!
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