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We dance to the music and drink from the bottle And the dancers follow in tune they never skip the beat Only broken hearts do that before they roll into the gutter They lie pell-mell with discarded beer cans and broken glass Making friends… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries Hits: 5
Pink wine and blue hair the bottle is almost empty But we get an eyeful until water come to the brim Wine and dance, spin the wheel of fortune till the cup spills We love and gyrate in our drunkenness and roll in the gutter As we live on desert islands, our messages come in […]
In the twilight zone between all the shades of shadow The black odalisque dances, oblivious of the outside world Surrounded by yellow feathered showgirls Dancing dandelions, dancing with the lions Photo Hugh Ardoin Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery Hits: 12
The delight of boudoir look in full daylight Pink satin frou-frou and lace masks Seduction at work on the sidelines Ready to perform in the minutes to come The dance group takes a pause and strikes the pose Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery Hits: 15
Sometimes silence is more powerful than words The delight of the eyes is the soft music of a heartbeat Somewhere deep in the African jungle the drums are calling They call for the rituals and the dance around the bonfire The pombe goes to the head and the rum takes you away Memory is a […]
Shining like little mermaids just pulled out of the sea A school of young black beauties dressed in flashy colors Milling around as they wait for their marching orders Wild-eyed wanderers looking at the crowd that comes looking There is an invisible barrier between the dancers and the watchers A different trance and a different […]
The thunder of the drums take control of your heartbeats You dance with your eyes like a moth around the lamp Night has yet to come so you can shine like a star For the last moments of daylight you follow the music The night will fall upon Carnival and set all demons free We […]
Young, black, beautiful and in love Fighting the obsolescence of life Chewing at the forbidden fruit You heed the call of the the blaring vuvuzelas of Hell As you dance in the street leading away your reckless life Picking the edelweiss of pleasure et the ragged edge of the precipice Carnival is the mating call […]
Dancing in the street dressed as black carnations The symbols of motherly love, the darker the deeper They are the incarnation of the shapely mitochondrial eve Yet they dance weightlessly, like feathers in the air Toting the Grenada colors, a tribute to the original masquerade Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2017 Carnival Gallery Hits: 20
We fall in love, we break our heart We fall flat on our face we bruise our nose Life is a winding road with crossings and accidents See the girls running out of control, dancing in the streets Images of Isadora Duncan, dancing away through a tragic life A scarf negligently flying in the wind, […]