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!