No son muertos los que en paz descansan, en sus tumbas frías bajo tierra y cielo, son almas libres, como estrellas avanzan, dejando en nuestras vidas…

A los fieles difuntos

Permítanme re-bloguear este precioso poema que una suscriptora (a cuyo canal yo también estoy suscrito) publicó hace un par de días en su página.

Feliz Día De los Santos Difuntos 🙏🏼🫶🏼

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Let me re-blog this beautiful poem that a subscriber (whose channel I also subscribe to) posted a couple of days ago on her page.

For those who cannot get the translation to your language, here it goes in English:

They are not the dead who rest in peace,

In their cold tombs beneath earth and sky,

They are free souls, like stars they move on,

Leaving in our lives an eternal comfort.

Those, the peacefully departed,

father and mother, faces in memory,

are the blessed silence

that embraces and cares for our history.

For dead are those whose souls are lost,

those who give their hearts to oblivion,

who walk alive, but their being dies

when they deny life of their spirit.

Today we light candles, I light your light,

with flowers and prayers I invoke them in calm,

and I know that in every breath of wind,

they return, with peace, to our souls.

So it is, it is not the dead who rest in peace,

but those who have lost the essence and the way,

For those who still vibrate in our memory

guide us always, in every destiny.

Happy All Souls Day 🙏🏼🫶🏼