The cemetery is in the middle of a big party.

Even the dead is dancing. Families brought Pan de Muerto y candles.

An ocean of Flor de Cempasúchil drowns the entire area.

The inspired one plays his guitar while drinks Tequila and sucks on

sour limes. All clap at the sound of maracas and güiros. Singing loud.

Children play hide not being afraid of old dead Grandpa. Laugher is the

appropriate sound for tonight. Crying…there’ll be plenty of other times.

I see them all from my Mama’s stone. I brought her flowers too. Lobo is

with me. Haven’t seen Speedy. Maybe is too much for him. The moon is

bright. I swear she smiles too. The stars are a carpet on the sky.

Wish some of them fell on us. For the time being singing and laughter is

plenty of everything. Let us as good brothers keep good company to

each other tonight.

EO