Miss Rosario’s chocolate

And why are the angels so sad, momma?  Because the good one die, and the bad ones keep on running around.


Miss Rosario had a lifetime of serving as a teacher; she had performed at her position, as the Science Professor, for more than thirty of her seventy eight years that summed up her age.

Sanctimonious, insomuch as she held a deep, passionate devotion. Miss Rosario, like her students, was the daughter of a policeman, Capitán Octavio Restrepo, who was killed by a bullet in the times of the Violence, when she was barely a child, preparing for her First Communion.

From that moment on, she became introspective, finding shelter in her studies, always standing out among the first places of her generation. Graduating with honours, she turned her affection to the hundreds of daughters, life had lent her; who went by through the years of her long life, in that classroom where she taught the Social Science course.

Celibate, even though when she was young, a failed romance almost led her to lose it, and still, on certain occasions of insomnia, half asleep, she would ask at night, what would have happened if…

 


 

 

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When am I going to die, momma?

When am I going to die, momma? Oh, my child… what would you say, if I told you that for you darling, it’s going to take a long time!


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Walkabout          Route 9, Jujuy, Argentina


The years go by; like the mileposts on the highway, they turn into a succession, which ‒passing right in front of us‒ we eventually we cease to perceive.


Dusk Barranco, Lima, Perú
Dusk           Barranco, Lima, Perú

On arriving to a distant point on the road, it becomes totally valid to turn our sight back and ask ourselves, how we arrived so rapidly all the way up there.


Zarpando Capurgana, El Chocó, Colombia
And away            Capurganá, El Chocó, Colombia

I see our dreams and yearnings. I see our fears and our concerns. I see our doubts. In my mind I see all that and more: Oh, courageous seafarers who dared to sail the seas of Life.


 

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Can the bad ones become good ones, momma?

Can the bad ones become good ones, momma? Ay my darling, it’s easier to cook a sancocho without broth nor yuccas!

En la pradera de los celajes Andahuaylas, Apurimac, Perú
The celajes prairie           Andahuaylas, Apurimac, Perú

The girl felt the tears overflow ‒sliding softly‒ as if caressing her hot, flushed face‒,


Por la mañana Ayacucho, Huamanga, Perú
In the morning          Ayacucho, Huamanga, Perú

 

 

while in her mind a torrential cascade of images followed one after another, in a fluid and reeling sequence, threatening to drown her in the tow of its furious current.

entre amigos Zamora, Zamora-Chinchipe, Ecuador
Among friends           Zamora, Zamora-Chinchipe, Ecuador

 

The life-experiences shared with her endearing comrades; they had grown up life if they were sisters,

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Navagating         Lago Titicaca, Cobacabana, Bolivia


the three together, sailing the seas of their infancy, to continue after, navigating the blue oceans of adolescence.


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The bad ones never die, momma?

The bad ones never die, momma? They die darling, only they they’re so busy with their wrongdoing, they take longer.


 

La calle 45 Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia
45th Street          Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia

 

Without any doubt, Bucaramanga’s traditional cemetery is the Central Cemetery. The main access to the cemetery is on 45th street. And it’s a portal with a lively canary-yellow façade, decorated with white ledges. To the center is the main access in an arc form. Overhead is a domed structure, where there´s a small chapel to say farewell to the recently deceased, rest in peace. You could actually say the entry is more amiable than gloomy.


 

Con vista a la quebrada Uquía, Jujuy, Argentina
With a view          Uquía, Jujuy, Argentina

The rain had intensified when they came out of the building to board the small bus parked on 41st Street. The school was in a nice neighborhood of the city, in which, many of the houses and the buildings held a singular beauty, loaded with history.


Una dedicatoria Sololá, Departamento de Sololá, Guatemala,
Dedicated to          Sololá, Departamento de Sololá, Guatemala,

 This was the scenery that watched them grow in their ages, and also, in their dreams.


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One last dance         San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas, Mexico


 

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And why are they so sad, momma?

And why are they so sad, momma? Because the good ones die and the bad ones keep on running around.


 

Claro obscuro San Antonio de Ibarra, Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador
Light and dark           San Antonio de Ibarra, Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador

Miss Rosario had a lifetime serving as a teacher; she had performed as the Social Science Professor, for more than thirty of the seventy-eight years of her long life.


La beata San Antonio de Ibarra, Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador
The pious woman          San Antonio de Ibarra, Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador

Pious (and maybe a bit sanctimonious) with a deep and intense devotion.


Súplica San Antonio de Ibarra, Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador
A hand toward the skies          San Antonio de Ibarra, Ibarra, Imbabura, Ecuador

Celibate, though once when she was young, a frustrated romance almost led her astray. Half-asleep, she asked herself at nights, what would have happened if…?


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And why do the angels cry, momma?

Viendo hacia el lago Cementerio de Sololá, Departamento de Sololá. Guatemala
Looking at the lake            Sololá’s cemetery, Departamento de Sololá. Guatemala

 

Speechless, she heard her friend narrating the death of Miss Rosario.


Los osarios cementerio de Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia

The ossuaries          Bucaramanga City Cemetery, Santander. Colombia



She was no more, no less, her favorite teacher. She was more than a teacher: on occasions she was their councilor, always tenderly trying to guide them by the right path. The one that indulged them, that was always ready to listen to them, and the one who always offered a helping hand to rescue them when they got into trouble.


La capilla ciudad de Bucaramanga, Santander. Colombia
The chapel          Bucaramanga City, Santander. Colombia

 

Miss Rosario taught the Social Science course in the eighth grade at the Our Lady of Fatima School, where Juanita and her two friends ‒inseparable always the way from infancy‒ studied together, in the same grade and in the same home-room.


 

 

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