I went to put flowers on my grand-grandmother Lupita’s tomb. I stayed there sharing my problems with my grand-grandmother and didn’t notice when night fell. Suddenly some skeletons appeared and asked me for a dance. I almost fainted, but the skeletons were real gentlemen—thy held me and literally dragged me with them. I prayed to Saint Michael the Archangel, and he appeared with his shining sword. He frightened the skeletons so much, they ran to their tombs.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar