The Day of the Dead and Halloween have never been among my favorite holidays. Between I do not like dressing up and give me scare the dead and their derivatives, all held at this time is that come with plenty of sweet pan de muerto. Although almost always end up disguised in a party or admiring the altar which honors all deceased legendary this cult of death and ghosts is not something that excites me.
I do not know at what point did this rejection. of girl you worked a dark side, now that I remember, is a little scary. It was my custom to have multiple pets that twist of fate (which had nothing to do con mi entrega, cuidados o cariño), morían a los pocos días de llegar a mi casa. Por esa y otras razones, con la muerte estuve en contacto una y otra vez. Y aunque estaba lejos de verla como un juego, sí formaba parte de mi mundo de fantasía. Yo creo que era un poco emo .
A cada hámster, pájaro o lagartija que se murió bajo mi cuidado, le organizaba un homenaje póstumo en el jardín de mi casa. La carroza fúnebre era el coche de mis Barbies decorado con un moño negro, y al cortejo asistían mis 21 muñecos vestidos de luto. Luego enterraba a la criatura, le decía mis palabras de despedida, y ponía sobre su tomb a flower and a piece of paper with his obituary. Not satisfied with the funeral and have become the garden of my mother in a cemetery, sat every October in my doll house of the dead altar dedicated to pets who had died during the year, and instead of mole and rice, put carrots and sunflower seeds. But this dark side was in the past and now one of the things I hate most in the world is entering a cemetery.
do not like Halloween, but I've brought some good times. Two years ago my cousin Rodaberto, then fans of this time of ghosts, wanted strong and went to ask his mummy costume calaverita: with the body completely bandaged. After 20 minutes back home with his costume all crippled and face just as white bands now hung like rags. It turns out that a dog in the neighborhood was struck by the tail of one of the bands that had been released, and decided to pursue Rodaberto. Others joined the attack dogs, throwing bits and pieces of cloth tearing, and my poor cousin was forced to throw their candy and throw to run to the house.
The other day I was trying to convince Rodaberto that mummy mask again and let me accompany it with my camera. He declined, but the coming year I try with sister. I think that although I'm not emo , my dark side remains and at this time, as a full moon, let me inevitably come to light.
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