El Dia de los Muertos

Some poems from the wonderful website El Dia de los Muertos ...

?Que es la Muerte? Es el vaso de la vida roto en mil
pedazos y el alma dispersa como el perfume, que se
escapa de un pomo, en el silencio de la noche
eternal.

Autor anonimo

Fuente: Poema originado en Michoacan- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico



What is Death?

What is death? It is the glass of life broken into a
thousand pieces, where the soul disperses like
perfume from a flask, into the silence of the eternal
night.

Unknown Author

Source: Poem found in Michoacan- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico

Titulo Desconocido 2

Hace tiempo que no la veo,
hace tiempo que no la visto,
desde el ultimo dia
en que fui a su tumba
a llevarle flores.
Ayer tome el camino grande
que va al camposanto
y me percate de cuan grande
e innolvidable es su recuerdo.
Hace tiempo que no la veo
hace tiempo que no la visito.

Ignacio Garcia Cuevas

Fuente: Poema originado en Oaxaca- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico

				Unnamed 2 It has been so long since I have seen her, it has been so long since I have visited her, since the last day I went to her tomb to bring her flowers Yesterday I took the long road to the cemetery and I realized how profound and unforgettable is her memory. It has been so long since I have seen her, it has been so long since I have visited her. Ignacio Garcia Cuevas Source: Poem found in Oaxaca- Through the Eyes of the Soul, Day of the Dead in Mexico