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We found that lonely parking space near the overpass and the mural of youth joined hand in hand with Amistad painted large over their various shade of brown faces. You were dressed in that green floral skirt with the tattered hem playing between your thigh and knee. We joined the spanish speaking crowd lined up for tickets under a sky painted in festival blue. A carnival looped it's arms around the sound of Cumbia and Latin rap. The smell of pernil and carne asada kissed the air as the sun lowered it's gaze to seek it's feet counting the beats of the music played live. When Las Chicas Rolands came, all pink skirts, long hair and skin, turning every part of their bodies into the Punta shake, the banner waving crowd hushed, entranced, wanting to be closer.
a head below me,
you made the festival
the tone of our love
We found that lonely parking space near the overpass and the mural of youth joined hand in hand with Amistad painted large over their various shade of brown faces. You were dressed in that green floral skirt with the tattered hem playing between your thigh and knee. We joined the spanish speaking crowd lined up for tickets under a sky painted in festival blue. A carnival looped it's arms around the sound of Cumbia and Latin rap. The smell of pernil and carne asada kissed the air as the sun lowered it's gaze to seek it's feet counting the beats of the music played live. When Las Chicas Rolands came, all pink skirts, long hair and skin, turning every part of their bodies into the Punta shake, the banner waving crowd hushed, entranced, wanting to be closer.
a head below me,
you made the festival
the tone of our love





