Monday, November 02, 2009

El Dia De Los Muertos

Tell me how you die, and I will tell you who you are...To the inhabitant of New York, Paris or London death is a word that is never uttered because it burns the lips. The Mexican, on the other hand, frequents it, mocks it, caresses it, sleeps with it, entertains it; it is one of his favorite playthings and his most enduring love.
-Octavio Paz, The Labrynth of Solitude

1 comment:

Regan said...

oh, i liked that.
very deep.
and so true!

probably because we are mexican! :)