“For the inhabitant of New York, Paris or London, 'death' is a word that is never spoken, because it burns the lips.
The Mexican, on the other hand, frequents it, mocks it, celebrates it, it is one of its favorite toys and its most permanent love ”, said Octavio Paz in
El laberinto de la soledad
(1950).
For Mexicans, the cult of death is the cult of life itself.
It may seem far-fetched to the rest of the world, but this attitude to the inevitable end can make the process of ...
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