Two black beauties blackened by the molasses Take advantage of a lull in the muddy battles Musing about who next is going to get daubed Travelling back on the tracks of our life To meet the child in us and have one more play We never know in advance who is going to laugh last […]
The rumble of the buses and music rigs The tread and the spinning thread of the dancers Carrying big dreams in their head and flowers in their hair Carnival is here to remember our past and to fuck the future A two day lull in the battle of our life, winners and losers dancing together […]