"Que Deus perdoe essas pessoas ruins"
Drums, never-ending omnipresent drums shaking the earth, the souls and the hearts of millions of people, shining and frying under the tropical sun in a kaleidoscopic mix of glitter and sweat, happiness and love, marchinhas and maracatu, dancing together disguised, transformed, masked and unveiled, running freely as in a childhood memory, taking over the streets and conquering the city now turned into the kingdom of folly, an organised anarchy where everything is possible, until the sticky tropical sun sets behind the abandoned colonial memories, ultimate monument to elegant bohemian decadence, asphyxiated by imminent modernity, leaving the bittersweet taste of ash Wednesday in your mouth and drenching in gold Rio de Janeiro, Cidade Maravilhosa.
