“Para el habitante de Nueva York, París o Londres, la muerte es la palabra que jamás se pronuncia porque quema los labios. El mexicano, en cambio, la frecuenta, la burla, la acaricia, duerme con ella, la festeja, es uno de sus juguetes favoritos y su amor más permanente.”
“For the inhabitant of New York, Paris or London, death is a word that is never pronounced because it burns the lips while the Mexican, on the contrary, frequents death, makes fun of it, caresses it, sleep with it, celebrates it, it is one of his favorite playthings and his most permanent love.”
Octavio Paz, El Laberinto de la Soledad
Photos by Santy Mito
Models: Maykyubi and Ivan
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