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Carnival speaking

CARNIVAL HAS ARRIVED!

I'll write a few lines
not know if you like,
if not to your liking
ought not to hear. Arriving on Sunday

fat and we should start:
morning Mass was to
no one should miss! And

leaving the church and the party began,
pocket that had a mazarrón

spreads and no one said "nothing". When were quieter

and nothing to suspect, erre que erre
some
start shrimps.
And a song is saying no one should be angry
,
that Carnival has arrived,
and if you want
jokes just get you home.
And I began to slather

colors and faces the same boys than girls
to see who was stronger. We then moved to Monday

With a little peace,
Although there was always some
While shrimp. Finally
lit on Tuesday,
The Mardi Gras:
Everybody was thinking
The heifer to prepare,
Because
afternoon arrival had to be started.
The heifer about preparing,
The girls
With sight and scarves and blankets
branches intertwine. Others seek
costumes, costumes disguise

The kids also look
cowbells and mayoral,
who with the rod in hand
The lead cow.
already come with the heifer
A town hall meeting

That there are neighbors and authority. There they ask permission

In case you want to,
And with this in your pocket
Salen to run around.
If anyone can find
already prepared:
If the tip does not give them gore
Cow.
After running the streets to the plaza
Van salt,
And here comes the killer
That shot is going to air.
already dead cow, and take
Bleeding,
That is the blood of the cow
Turned lemons.
A drink all you want That
no one should miss, because is evening

The round will begin.
The kids first,
The young men leave behind,
d door to door singing Songs
carnival. Some were given
chorizo,
Other eggs and something else,
Each one can
That no one has to oblige.
When the round ends

begin to prepare lunch in the tavern The
O in private homes. Some
prepare dinner, go out dancing Other
.
Guitar, Bottle and irons
mark the pace without stopping. Suddenly a voice
alerts
Dinner is ready,

All around the table or sitting or standing
If you can not sit.
Ash Wednesday
That is another story, there
no jacks or dance
All sad and mourn.
That with the cries and cries
buried sardine,
With these rods, bolting
Of those of bread,

The shortest under "pa" head poke.
Face full of flour and sheet
"pa" cover,
And she went out
And one which cures to sing. They sang the Miserere

and responsible for others, and is buried
sardine
With a dirge to sing. A minute's silence

and home to reflect,
Todito
dead sleep and wanting to rest. And here
the story ends,
The story of a carnival, an error
If I had
what I ought to forgive.