a uma alegria fugaz
numa ofegante epidemia
que se chamava carnaval
o carnaval, o carnaval
vai passar
I've never quite undestood how people determine when it's carnival, and therefore Easter. I know Easter depends on carnival, but how people decide what day this year's carnival is going to be, I don't know. I've already learned that, but I never deemed it necessarily important to never forget it.
What I know is that, once each year, during a week that can happen from the beginning of February to the beginning of March, Brazil stops. It's carnival! Let's party! How many days people do it varies depending on how close you are to the Equator. At the south, people stop on Saturday and go on partying until Tuesday, stop Wednesday and go back to work on Thursday. At the north, people start preparing to it a couple of weeks before, start partying on Thursday, don't stop until Wednesday, and a part of them still go on until Sunday.
So, when we got close to carnival, my mom asked me if I would go with her to my uncle's house, where she, dad, my little brother and my little sister would be going to meet the rest of the family. I and my twin brother Danilo decided not to go with them, and travel to São Paulo to spend carnival with our friends.
On Saturday I, Danilo, Kika, Spock and Priscila got a bus to São Paulo. It is nice to travel with your friends. We always have a good time together, and this time is more important yet, because after carnival the classes will start and Kika is going to start her classes in another city, so we'll spend sometime without seeing each other.
The whole trip to our friend Daniel's house was uneventful. There we had lunch, and unpacked. Then we started to play video games, and computer games, and later at night we started to play Changeling, a RPG, which was the coolest part, even though after sometime I started sleeping. I had waked up early and was tired.
So, now it's the third day I'm here. It's Monday, already. And this carnival is feeling kinda weird. I never really comemorated carnival anyway, but, somehow, this is the saddest carnival I had ever. I think I'm used to my family's noise or something. Every carnival until now I went to spend with my family. Everytime my family gets together, we have a lot of parties, with singing, food, joy, etc. We always went like "carnival, bleaaarrgh", to look like some intellectual kind of person, but I never had spend a carnival before with people who REALLY meant the "carnival, blearrrgh" thing. And everybody looks weird at me when I say I'm not feeling like carnival at all and we should do something to do that. Instead, everybody goes on playing computer games and stuff.
Carnival is all about having fun and taking a week of to be happy. But somehow this isn't really happening. Not that I'm not having fun here, but this is the fun we would have in any other holyday, when the whole gang gets together. There's no extra energy here because it's carnival. And that feels weird.
