ariel alejandro

How ironic it was for me the day of the dead this year, since i was feeling deeply dead inside. It was tripy bieng in the middle of the chaos, around pretty magical people with amazing talents and gifts. Art, music, poetry and ofrendas were not really enough to make myself feel alive, but it was an odd experience being a happy zombie finding new friends... My spirit still down and i tried to bury my sadness and my pain, but the cempazuchitl flowers were not enough.

The dead comes with autumn, time to get rid of the old leaves and broken weak branches, time to clean, time to die and wait to come back to life, time to renovate my inner forces. Winter is coming... time to hibernate.