Morning thoughts

This morning, I woke up with an idea I’ve had for several months but which I really don’t know how to put into words. The reason why I can’t give it a shape must be that what I’d like to tell is still unclear to me. I can see it in images but can’t write it down...
It’s quite simple but... does it really mean anything... and hasn’t this been said already many times before...?
Anyway, here we go... Since capitalism’s won the race (and even before) urban landscapes are becoming more and more kind of a theme park. I mean, we are surrounded by thousands and thousands of images (publicity, ads, posters...) trying to make us buy, visit or simply know something somebody thinks is worth buying, visiting or simply knowing. This propagation of colours and words makes me curious about two things:
On the one hand, the theme park idea: We are living in an artificial environment which apparently makes us feel more comfortable and safe and which is also quite an amusement as it offers the possibility of doing uncountable things in an enclosed area (the city itself or the city centre).
On the other hand, which I find more interesting, the way the human beings develop their skills in order to express themselves, in order to communicate with others, in order to try and say something to someone not directly. This makes cities a place full with thousands of different messages created by men (and women) for men (and women).
I won’t draw any conclusions because, as I said before, I really don’t know if this makes any sense or if there’s something to be told here...

Anyhow, I’ll post some pictures I took having this on my mind.

Life is motion

A planet called The Earth is floating in a supposedly infinite space and has never ever stopped moving. It rotates once every 24 hours and revolves around the sun once every 365 days (according to the common knowledge). And we, poor old finite human beings, are on its surface being rotated and revolved and rotating and revolving ourselves in our own private universe which also rotates and revolves itself around everyone else's.

It's over

Yes, it's finally over. Mr Carnival passed away last night at 22.08 when the sardine was both incinerated and buried on Las Canteras beach with a crowd of weeping widows who couldn't help but feeling a void inside while fireworks shone on the dark blue sky.

His life was that of a lucky being. He lived fast, he died young and he's left a beautiful corpse. Nobody could ever forget him: the way he laughed, the way he danced, the way he drank and threw up, his way of peeing under the palmtrees...

After the burial, everybody respectfully went to Sta. Catalina Park to attend the final event.

The reverend Carlinhos Brown turned up a few minutes after to get it started and then it all began: people could at last cry their eyes out, laugh their heads off, dance, dream and drink the night away.

The crowd gathered for hours after the concert finished and five or six hours later the feast rhythm started to calm down, the beings started to disgregate, the music and the shouts started to vanish.

At 12.00 in the morning today, there were no traces of the joy, just a couples of glass bottles smashed and maybe still a mourning widow wandering about unable to get back home and face the emptyness of her beloved death.

Mr Carnival is dead, long live Mr Carnival!

Midday

It's a lovely quiet sunny day in my city today. No noises from the street, fresh air coming through the windows. Quite a perfect day to have a walk along the beach promenade where, no doubt, you'll find lots of people sitting at restaurants terraces having a chat, reading the latest news or simply letting the sun warm their faces sharing a bottle of red...
This morning, you could still meet people in carnival costumes waiting for the bus to take them home or wandering about in search of a most desired taxi. Young boys in red dresses, high heel shoes, torn out tights and blond platinum wigs who looked at you with their tired-after-15-hour-party regards and still gave you a beautiful smile. Then, as you walked on, you saw plastic earrings accidentally or willingly dropped on the sidewalk, coloured spangles lying here and there or abandonned heeled shoes that someone didn't stand to walk on anymore...
The sun was already shining in a clear blue sky and still is.