Carnivales
butterfly
us.
we paint our faces
decorate our bodies with coloured music
emerge into ritual
we transform our selves
shedding skins we thought were us
casting our masks into fire
Carnivales
butterfly
us.
the Old Ones open their arms
welcome us
singing our secret names
we prepare our hearts
to dance with the spirits
of the sun
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Photo and Poem by Clinock
art rat cafe 
Oh, I want to “dance with the spirits of the sun!” Nice one!
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Thank you Jo Nell, and of course you can do so anytime you choose…
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Are you now visiting Mexico for a short stay ? I recently purchased 100 six inch skeletons and ordered doll sombreros and cowboy hats to experiment with some Dia de los Muertos diorama type things. I will have to make clothes, instruments and paint background stuff but right now still making small WW 1 model airplanes kits.
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Dear Carl, you never cease to amaze! WW1 airplanes to Dia de los Muertos dioramas! Quite the transition but then again maybe not.
I was in Mexico again this past winter but now very much back in Vancouver.
Thanks for dropping by.
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How we all want to express who we really are ….and you are John! Thank you!
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“who we really are” …
yes
wow
mucho gracias amigo
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