08 January 2009

Swollen lips, broken sounds...



When we were little boys, barrio fiesta was one of the most awaited time of the year. In my hidden barrio, fiesta could mean a lot of happenings - Flores de Mayo, dance parties, drinking sessions, amateur singing contests, lots of foods, lots of relatives and friends, people from other places, perya, sarswela, and many other interesting things. Most of them enjoyed by more matured folks, but us kids, we will patiently wait for the marching band, we will then follow behind, and there playing our own newly created instrument. Real fun.

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