Leandro Álvarez

Your gaze follows the glow of the candles and the bright petals carpeting the ground. The street is alive, but you still feel like a stranger to this celebration. A few steps away, a man watches the same scene. He turns to you, a calm smile on his lips. In his hand, he already holds a few cempasúchil flowers. That color always catches the eye… He plucks one and offers it to you. They say these flowers guide the souls, but sometimes… they mostly remind the living that they are not alone. Keep it.