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There is little left for November 2

The day we remember the Dead

Ask Robin will always Personal finance

There is little left for November 2

The day we remember the Dead

Ask Robin will always help

For those who want to borrow.

If your finances don't go great

Sometimes you have to be realistic

It's a good idea to compare the same

To choose the best lender.

Compare and choose online

You shouldn't choose the first one,

Look for low interest rates

So you can return the money.

On this day we will remember

To all those relatives

Surely they would have wanted to help

Skull on the DEAD Bread

In this singular month,

In which everything is party and dance,

We remember with love

Traditions and praises.

It is necessary to remember

That still in trust,

To meet again,

We remember your wanderings.

To our loved ones

We put an altar,

Well, their souls and beats

We are sorry to return!

So we celebrated

With large pieces of bread,

Placed on altars

With flowers candles, mescal!

These exquisite breads,

What colors are they?

With horn and bone shapes

We have to leave them.

To make them happy

On his fleeting visit,

In this land of love

The memories that go away.

For me it is a great gift

To be able to find them,

On such special dates

And be able to enjoy them.

If they knew my dead

How much I miss them,

They would come every day

And they would be very enjoyable!

I wait for you sitting

Well, I know we'll talk

These two full nights

With atoles and cookies.

Dear happy souls,

To know that we love them,

We remember your loves,

And we look forward to your return!

Author: Davina Gpe. Ponce Mtz.

The woman with great feeling and death

In a tomb in the pantheon

Death was sitting

Looking attentively

To a very distressed woman...

The woman cried and cried

With a great feeling

Death approached him

And he said madam sorry.

Why are you crying ma'am

Death asked

I lost what I wanted most

The woman replied.

My daughter left my house

But he never came back

That life had lost

Someone told me.

What hurts in my soul?

I didn't say goodbye to her

That day we had an argument

And a hug I did not give.

That's why every day

I come the pantheon to visit

Let's see if my daughter shows up

And in my arms I can shake it.

The woman did not notice

But death also cried

Suddenly death to the woman

In his arms he held her.

From that beautiful encounter

That woman could rest

The woman imagined that it was her daughter

The one she could hug.

Today I ask my friends

Don't repeat history

Because one cannot know

Neither the moment nor the hour.

When one leaves your home

He does not know if he will return home

And yes to your loved ones

He will hug again.

Always say goodbye to those who love

With enthusiasm and joy

So that the same does not happen to them

That woman whose feeling she had.

Author: Isabel Vazquez (Crystal Heart)