Llajtaymanta group. Cha cha cha. A Morenada. I like. Bantering, some kamrades game does not include the taste you can have for Bolivian folklore, Barbara and for hip hop east coast. Tampoco.
The best World Carnival, the Carnival of Oruro. That
. Peremptory
.
Clear.
is something flamboyant, loud, Oruro.
It suffers, it asks, it is exalted, it sweats, it's booze, it oozing, it piss, vomit it, it rolls, it is then pummeled kiss it, dance it, what does it fucking dance. Gross, miles and miles of pilgrimage syncretism and hopping up bow at the feet of Our Lady of Socavón, the Virgin of minor scrape the vein to the nail and faith, as in the late 19th century.
They arrive, bow. Transistor.
We even see some in "rear wheel" ( want, how will Mr. Soulard?)
It's a crazy thing. It's probably still a fundamental element of social peace in a country that much needed.
Especially a party that supports no comparison. I just
a Brazilian colleague, completely addicted to anything that resembles or indirectly to a phenomenon of urban trance, feathers in the ass and mobile musicians, who returns. I think it still relies.
There is still some time, the popular folklore was despised by the classes of this country opulence of fierce segregation. But gradually, the subcultures began to attract bouregois the southern zone, the cloisters of secure compounds, in some neighborhoods of closed cities, which have gradually started to dance too dances cholo, the Indian, filthy, fire-the-rascals, such as the cueca, the diablada corporals, the Toba, the morenadas the tinkus .. . The mixture is smooth.
I was told that in the years of structural adjustment FMIste obedience, those cursed lost years, even the old political elite, white, these "De Boer" Andes that will never return, all smiles mingled with the Carnival After having so despised.
Already in our kingdom of France, the delight of princes was to mingle with people. Henry III ran the streets of Paris, dressed Pants in Venetian fort and amused passers-by to fly and lay in the mud chaperones women. There was not much surprised they were the mores of the time.
Old women hardly dared leave their homes for fear of "tricks" of Mardi Gras. We plastered on their black cloaks impressions of chalk contained
rats and mice, was attached to their dresses dirty cloths.
We talk about spreading obscenities in public, fat jokes, reminding that they were one of the most characteristic features of the Saturnalia. The theaters have long had a tradition of playing the parts most licentious in the last days of the carnival. Coquinneries, aqui, alla.
In Oruro, we do not think about it all. It includes a few pieces, much later.
In Oruro, we no longer feel that racial cope of lead is still vivid in the country since 2000. We no longer think, finally, to all this. It reconnects with the entrails of the earth and dust. They are transfigured. It brings out the color.
I heard of a travel blog Bolivia: they cause well. They are cute these Belgian. Almost curses, but cute.
Like the Carnival of Oruro, too, because it reflects Bolivia. With its grandeur, its immense bursts verve, panache carnivore, its trajectory cultural millennium, its resilience to major tragedies, personal as collective, always so closely linked there.
I love him for his guts.
By contrast, the show Rio disciplined rigor, extreme adjustments in its movement, coordination applied its participants / competitors ...
Rio is the compet. Between different schools of samba. Boring it would be the limit, to yawn.
Go, heading Oruro.
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