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Put to death in winter.

The winter is long.

Even if shorter in some places and in others, the winter is long.

I did not want to, but then not at all, to go.

Pretending again.

But the joy of children.

It was mid-gray, Mid-blue. As if winter was the resistance.

It was mild, with occasional gusts of cold, when a cloud decided to win a battle.

And then I met some friends, including one that I did not recognize, if it did these were not very recognizable blue eyes! A home-made costume, or one is an artist or you do not, Star Wars. You see, up there ...

This day thou realize that everyone would love that winter gives up.

You see the beautiful mimosa superb throughout, the forsythia that link, the grass does not stop to grow, sprouting buds .. . you'd see some better, if the sun shone a whole new light. This comes after the rain.

There was much fanfare. There were tanks.

But as a false good humor too. Lassitude.

But

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But I saw lots of daisies in a black wig, smiles that I am not here to be named, you see, pink, blue, yellow, a handsome cowboy, a lot of break-in of these, and there.

I painted flowers on the cheeks of my daughter.

While waiting to see these flowers in my winter garden, all green.

The origins of Carnival are there: a mixture of Christianity and pagan celebration, it marks both the end of the winter with the revival of the Year (Before Caesar it was the lunar calendar, Caesar introduced the Julian calendar (go to Julius Caesar that which is) that start the year in March (that's why OCTO (eight) number is the eighth month that the calendar here) is the Church in 532 AD (not for Jules the coup) who decides to start from January 1 this year.)

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So late winter and enter Lent, a period of fasting which is the fortieth day Easter (forty days because forty nights of fasting before handing Moses the Tablets of the Law). Before fasting feasting and revelry are made, where the carnival.

History cope.

There are many countries where the carnival is more representative here. Venice, Rio ... you forget who you are, you hide, you become someone else.

Next year maybe I will someone else ...

Bonhomme winter burned alive the next!