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The Funeral of King Carnival
Confetti Flies in the air, among the laughter of masked people. The cold wind of February softly blows on the corpse of King Carnival, and while the others cheerfully celebrate there are those who cry bitter tears for lost time. The smoke of the stake, rises to the sky where the joys of this moment burn in the flames and the ashes falls to earth, like a seed during the s…