On the 1st and 2nd day of November, in Mexico, the celebration for the Dead takes place. First we remember the Children or the "Innocent Saints", as they are called, and the second day the bells toll for our ancestors.

Each region has its own signature for this National celebration, and so, the air is filled with memories and legends that along with the spirits that come to visit, makes the air feel like becoming denser. The autumnal atmosphere, blows its wind to the faces, over the tears already dry from time, as a soft caress, comforting all those that live still. This way, the occasion for preparing special plates, those that our deceased's liked so, arrives. Time for buying flowers, sweets and candles for the offering. People go to mass, to pray for the souls that have left.

In this night, those that have left, remember us. And from further beyond, they return to visit us to maintain the bonds of love renovated after their departure.

The night keeps on falling, the preparations are already set, and while the shadows stretch, the ghosts walk slightly around the corners of the cities and the towns. It is then, when a moment for the memories and the legends like the one I'm about to tell arrives:

The history comes from a remote time, where the memories seems like vanishing after the relentless step of the years... In those days, as now, the Pátzcuaro lake, impressed for its beauty of clean waters, as crystals fused in a world of dreams. Today, the lake has aged without losing its charm, and on its islands, especially in Janitzio, its constructions of white walls and of red tile stand out from the greenery plants and the reflection of the waters. In this scenario, during the night of dead, the ghosts leave the waters, old guardian spirits of treasures and loves.

It is said, that tearfully, a young maiden is seen strolling senseless around the area, it is the ghost of Mintzita, daughter of King Tzintzicha, that search walking toward the lake, already reflecting the moon and the stars, her dear prince, Itzihuapa, son of Taré, heir of Janitzio.

Madly in love, they could not marry because of the unexpected arrival of the Spanish conquerors. The fierce Nuño de Guzmán had captured the King, father of Mintzita. The princess, wanting to rescue him, offered to this evil man, the fabulous hidden treasure under the waters between the islands of Janitzio and Pacanda.

And this was how, her lover was taken over the waters to extract the so coveted treasure. They rowed until the exact point, marked by the reflection of the stellar constellations. And while laboriously searched, he was suddenly caught by the shadows of the twenty rowers that drove him under the waters were they submerged with him.

Itzihuapa became with this into the twentieth first guardian to this fantastic wealth, and Mintzita left the world waiting by the lake. But, during this night in which the dead return, she walks toward the lake, looking, with eyes full of tears, only to be comforted before her lover's image, that arises from the shades of the lake, coming up the sheer hill of the island. This way the two spectral princes Mintzita and Itzihuapa, affectionate mumbled love words, while they look each other trough the light of the uncertain candle flames . They hide from indiscreet glares, while the stars gleam and the lake groans as a soul in pain