Guadalupe

Guadalupe is a ghost, died years ago. While recollecting blue roses she stuck the thorns of a rose, the poison reached her heart in seconds and was killed instantly. She was a young cheerful, fun, frivolous, superficial, materialistic and good girl, now every year on "El Día de Los Muertos" goes out to party, embellishes her hair with flowers and leaves to the village fair, everyone greeted her she does not recognizes them as each year is new people, everyone knows who she is but nobody dares to tell her she is dead, doesn`t know, never knew. She is happy.

Guadalupe

Guadalupe es un fantasma, murió años atrás. Mientras regogía rosas azules de un rosal al clavarse las espinas de una rosa envenenada el veneno llegó a su corazón en segundos, murió instantaneamente. Era una joven alegre, divertida, frivola, superficial, materialista y buena; ahora cada año en "El Día de Los Muertos" sale de fiesta, se llena el cabello de flores y parte a la fería del pueblo, todos la saludan ella no les reconoce pues cada año es gente nueva, todos saben quien es pero nadie se atreve a decirle que está muerta, no lo sabe, nunca se enteró. Es felíz.

Photo/edited/model/story/make-up/styling by Alexandra Feo. Amsterdam- Holland. Canon 5D markII, Sigma 50mm f1.4

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