Morning Comes Twice a Day or Not at All
February 10th 2008 There is talk that I am the great white Rumbero* of which the prophecy of King Momo of 1888 spoke. Sorry it took almost a week to finish the Carnaval blog, struggling is the word that most handily comes to mind. Quien lo vive es quien que lo goza! A few tales that are profoundly Carnival. Joe (Minnesota gringo) is peeing on the wall of the most expensive hotel in the city taking a break from t
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