Posted on 02/24/2020 12:32:36 PM PST by C19fan
Rio de Janeiro kicked off its annual carnival parades over the weekend in a swirl of glitter, sequins and spectacular outfits.
The Brazilian city's 13 top samba schools were competing for the title of carnival champions and each had around one hour to wow spectators in the Sambadrome with elaborate shows and scantily clad dancers.
Thousands flocked to see the parades and competitions for the five-day celebration to mark the start of lent.
Members of multiple parades represent different parts of the annual extravaganza, while men and women partake in an array of fascinating dances and performances.
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I'm thinking from this vantage point it doesn't matter much to me. I don't need to unwrap it myself.
I couldnt care less I just want to see pictures.
^ This IJCHFTP
Now on station NBS (nothing but sequins).
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers entering through the door
Rubies glistening from her navel, shimmering around the floor
Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-ling, going through my head
Sweat is falling just like a tear drop running from her head
Now she’s dancing, going through the movements, swaying to and fro
Body moving, bringing back a memory, thoughts of long ago
Blood is rushing, temperature is rising, sweating from my brow
Like a snake, her body fascinates me, I can’t look away now
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing or I’ll have to leave
Now she’s moving all around the table’s luring all in sight
But I know that she cannot see me hidden by the light
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer; soon she’ll be in reach
As I enter into her spotlight, she stands lost for speech
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing or I’ll have to leave
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing or I’ll have to leave
Now I hold her, people are staring, don’t know what to think
And we struggle, knocking over tables, spilling all the drinks
Can’t they understand that I want her? Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar throws me in the street
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing or I’ll have to leave
Not guilty unless they’re all actually men.
This is the 80s and I’m only down with the ladies.
I recognize that,
Hope You Correct !
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