On Pedro Clisante

[~Sophia~]

Sorry everyone. I've deleted the poem. It was silly and frivolous. The way I was feeling a bit earlier.

[Silas Thorne]

Wow...thanks for the wild vibe from the world of elsewhere, for the music, the music in your words, that plays beyond the music. And thanks for skipping my record so it jumps.:)
Have a great Easter!

[~Sophia~]

Oh dear Silas... you read it! In my defense I'd been up dancing since midnight. The town was pretty well closed down from midnight Thursday until midnight Friday when the carnival began and now.... well the fiesta goes straight through until sometime on Monday. A Dominican version of Mardi Gras. Taking a breather before going back out again. Glad it made your record jump. You have a great Easter too!!!

[Silas Thorne]

Oh, it's gone now. :(
I think it was a great poem, and just because it didn't have any deep message to it, doesn't make it any less. It was musical, but from you...and not just from Lou. I'll vote to put it back, but then I'm not sure who else can, since I may be one of few that read it. Perhaps you should give it your own vote again, then you have at least two. :)

[~Sophia~]

Oh, it's gone now. :(
I think it was a great poem, and just because it didn't have any deep message to it, doesn't make it any less. It was musical, but from you...and not just from Lou. I'll vote to put it back, but then I'm not sure who else can, since I may be one of few that read it. Perhaps you should give it your own vote again, then you have at least two. :) Okay Silas, just for you and because, I'm still feeling silly LOL.

On Pedro Clisante by Lidia Laidlaw pen name ~Sophia~

It’s Easter weekend and even
the pumps at the gas station
are dancing

All the “S” curled spines that
don’t really need an occasion

so long as the music plays (and it always plays)
their bodies move in mysterious ways...

and the colored girls go
doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo doo

and the sankies say
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh

Today - the air is hot, the Brugal is free
a contagion catches you
Salsa beat.

and the colored girls go
doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo doo

and the sankies say
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh

while the Mundo King waits outside El Flow

for fifty pesos he’ll take you through
his alien-ation; an orpheum on the hill
where he commissions invasions

and the colored girls go
doo doo doo doo doo do-do doo

and the sankies say
ooh ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh-ooh ooh

and it’s wild on both sides of Pedro Clisante.


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*Pedro Clisante = main street in Sosua
*sanky = Dominican for giggalo
*Brugal = locally made rum
Mundo King = an excentric German expat that commissions art from Haiti about alien invasions

And Lou - I hope you don’t mind. Even the missionaries are tapping their feet. (think Mardi Gras in Brazil)

[qimissung]

I like it. It's beginning to make me wonder why I don't live there.

[~Sophia~]

Thanks qim... you'd probably just tire of music in the streets and on the beach 24/7. I don't even know why they have a word for party... it's just their way of life LOL.

[qimissung]

I don't even know why they have a word for party... it's just their way of life LOL.

:lol:

[a_little_wisp]

Why did you take it away!? I was dancin' in my seat!! Well, *I'm* from the beach, and now you've made me homesick for dancin' on the pier!

[~Sophia~]

Yeah, there is just something about the combination of sand, water and music. Kind of hard to be sad or "still". Hug