Dreams Unfold: Dia de Los Muertos in Oaxaca City

 In Oaxaca's embrace, Dia de Los Muertos unfolds,

Dreams nurtured for years, a tale to be told,

Sylvia Ji's Catrina, a muse in vibrant hue,

Faces painted, veils adorned, dreams coming true.

With a budget small, creativity soared,

Material sewn into dresses, handcrafted and adored,

Gardenias in hair, their fragrance divine,

A touch of beauty, a moment in time.

Faces painted in the Zocalo's glow,

Amidst balloons and rain's gentle flow,

Photos captured, memories to keep,

In Santa Domingo's lights, spirits leap.

Angel, shy yet adorned in grace,

A fleeting night, a captured trace,

Dreams painted on canvas yet to find,

In Oaxaca's spirit, hopes intertwine.

As rain subsides and warmth ensues,

Echoes of music, laughter infuse,

A night of magic, hearts entwined,

In Dia de Los Muertos, memories bind.

Photos by Tina Winterlik, a story unfurled,

Of love, of dreams, of a spirited world,

Prayers whispered for future's hand,

In Oaxaca's heart, they continue to stand.