Calaverita Literaria 2026

 "La Garrapata en el Temblor"


Tembló la tierra en el salón,  
la gente bajó con confusión;  
Janito bajaba muy sereno,  
con paz del Señor en su seno.

La Catrina, en pleno temblor,  
buscaba almas con gran rigor;  
mas Faby al abuelo abrazó,  
cual garrapata se pegó.

La Huesuda quiso estirar,  
mas no la pudo despegar;  
Janito, con fe y oración,  
guardaba firme el corazón.

Mirando tan fuerte agarrón,  
la Muerte pidió su perdón;  
se fue sin poderlo llevar:  
¡no pudo a Faby despegar!



The traditional Calaverita Literaria is a classic Mexican poetic form associated with Día de los Muertos. It combines lighthearted satire, affectionate humor, and strict structural rules to mock death while celebrating the personality of a living or remembered friend or relative.
This one is focused on an experience that my wife, Fabiola Peters, had with her Abuelo Cenobio (Janito) during the huge earthquake of 1985 in Mexico City. 

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