Luz Cadena

We thank the Virgin of Guadalupe who saved me and my friend Juan from being enchanted by mermaids singing. When they appear in the sea, they sing and hypnotize men. The mermaids use it to take them far away and make them lost in the sea.

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Thanks to the Virgin of Guadalupe who worked a miracle for us and saved us from a giant octopus who came out of the sea the other day and tried to attack me and my girlfriend Maria. Thanks, Holy Virgin.

Juan Hernandez G.

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Virgin of Guadalupe, we ask you to rest in peace the souls from don Chucho’s pulqueria-bar.

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Virgin of Guadalupe, I ask you for a boyfriend for my sister Maria so she would stop being bitter about it and let Jasinto to be my boyfriend.

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Virgin of Guadalupe, I ask you, please, so that my girlfriend Rosalba Perez wouldn’t make me suffer and wouldn’t go to the beach to dance with her friends because it makes me jealous.

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Suffering Frida, you don’t suffer anymore. I beg you, Divine Baby Jesus, make her rest in peace so she would stop appearing in her studio.

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Thanks to the Virgin of Guadalupe for the miracle that my uncle Toño Lopez G. was saved when he was attacked by a giant crocodile. Thank you, my Mother.

Acapulco

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Frida’s ghost keeps appearing in her workshop. It go on painting and partying. Virgin of Guadalupe, let her rest in peace. The dead into the pits, the living to enjoy.

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To you, Virgin of Guadalupe, I entrust to rest the lost souls who appear in the bar.

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My husband Ramiro fell in love with the butcher and ran away with him. I beg you, Holy Child of Atocha, not to let him come back. Finally I’m happy.

Women together, not even dead. Holy Virgin, make all the dead women rest in peace.

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Thanks, Virgin of Guadalupe, for good harvest of pulque and mezcal. Thanks, Virgin.

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My husband Eusebio could only find a job at the cemetery. But he is easily frightened. I ask you, please Holy Virgin, would you find him another job.

Left grave:
Finally. Rest in peace, my mother-in-law.

Right grave:
Here lies Ramon H. G. and does good. He was a bad father, bad husband, bad son, bad man.

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