The dead to the well and the alive one to the joy.

To the aim that stops to die we

were born. To the alive everything him lack and the dead everything exceeds to
him. To me they do not scare to me with the bed roll of the dead. To see velorio
and to amuse themselves to a fandango. Cáete, corpse. It is not necessary to
load with the dead. The dead rose to me. Falling the dead and loosen the
weeping. Like the death of Apango: neither it absorbs, nor it drinks, nor it goes
to the fandango. When you are deadvices. That one lives too much that lives
until all get tired of him. To that one moves away they forget it and to that one
dies bury it. Of golosos and tragones the pantheons are full. More bond to die of
foot, that to live on knees. More bond than says here ran, that died here.
DEATH MOUNTED ON A CROCODILE, all will say that you were good. To the
devil the death, while the life lasts to us. To give muertazo. Of here to one
hundred years, all we will be pelones. Of idiot I die east year. Of what the
burned ones die? Of a tug until the pantheon. Where they cry is the dead. The
dead to the grave and the alive one to the prank. The dead and the brought
closer one to the three days stink out. The one that by his taste it dies, until the
death knows to him. Between all they killed them and solito he died. The
deceased was greater. He has dead that does not make noise and is greater his
to suffer. You flee from the shroud and you embrace yourself of the deceased.
The pains do not kill, but they help to die. To raise dead. To die in the ray. Dead
Jacinta, that dies guajolotes. Died the godson, compadrazgo was finished. Died
the perico, why I want the cage? Died the dog, the rage finished. Together, only
late women. First dead, that corpse. First deads, that outside schedule. Only
guajolotes dies in the eve. They are of that dying they kill. All are born crying
and nobody dies laughing. Nor in La Paz of the tombs I already create. Bad
grass never dies. The dead becomes heavy when it feels that they load it. The
death is skinny and it does not have to be able with me. To who God wants for
himself, just a short time it has it here. Veil and mortises of the sky lower. You
will dig in your tomb with the teeth. The hunger and the rare thirst time kill
somebody, but the gluttony and the drink end many. The avarice usually kills of
hunger other