The cold came to remind me that you are coming to see me. I have waited a long time for you and now the days pass serenely. You have already started your walk, I have already started to prepare everything. Don't miss your mole, your sweet potato, don't miss your tamales, your atole. Don't miss your pulque jar, don't miss your candle, don't miss your chocolate. And the cempasuchil that you liked so much now became your perfume, and the breeze comes to get me drunk with it and it tastes like you and us. That nothing is missing on your altar, although here next to me you are missing. Your smile is missing when you wake up, your wise advice is missing, your way of making my day better is missing. Your voice is missing, your courage is missing, your desire to eat the world is missing, everything is missing, you are missing. You are coming, and I will always wait for you here
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