A Murmur Crosses Time
In the Central Cemetery of Bogotá a popular tradition has been practiced for fifty years: the rites for the deceased. The isolated atmosphere, the crackling of the candles, the cooing of the pigeons or the singing of the mariachis, make the Central a suitable place for recollection, for communication with the beyond and the search for a superior force that brings aid and benefits to the lives of believers. Listening to those whispers that call death to life allows us to perceive elements of life that remain veiled.
