simplicity

There is rain before the big event that triggers the races of the South. People are quite tired and exhuasted with the weather. This is not until the dark sky painted with different colors taht spark: Red, blue, green. gold and silver to the eyes. Hearing shouts form anywhere, sound of big boxes put together to cater everybody's wants: Rock, pop, mellow, and so on; To dance, clap their hands and lift their arms. It seems like there's no rain before.

Big smiles and laughs. The clashing of dishes. The toss of glasses. The ding-ting of forks and spoons. Like there's no place for you to carry on. Hurray! Hurray! What a night? All I can say.

Walking on streets, there are small houses to behold; made by hands of these folks. Hands that sweat the hundred pores. Flowers, corns, pineapples and different products that give honor to those maestras. Symbolizing the wonder of land. Oh there! Fragile one that lead for celebration. How amazing? How intricate and evergreen?

The time when people unites in colorful and artistic way. Showcasing the beauty and the talents; wondrous works and infinite joy. the culture of the South. The wealth of this land. The creation of God's hands.

How wary? How nerve throbbing the T'nalak Festival '08 of the South.