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- Salvador サルバドール -
A city in a dream that I had forgotten I had seen. Perhaps that's the closest description I can give.
見たことを忘れていた夢の中の街。たぶん、それが一番近いかな。
It was the second night before Carnival and the city was already filled with an unusual feverish atmosphere.
カーニバルの前々夜。街は既に異様な熱気に包まれていた。
Huge paper dolls displayed in the city. The brightness obtained in exchange for the fragility that crumbles when it rains.
街中に飾られた巨大な紙製人形。雨が降れば崩れる脆さと、引き換えに得た眩しさ。
A powerful black that seems to have been created by gathering all the colors in a city of vibrant colors.
鮮やかに発色する街で、全ての色を集めて生まれたような黒の強さ。
The carnival is finally in full swing. Men and women, adults and children, are all dressed up with spirit.
いよいよカーニバルも本番。男も女も大人も子供も、気合を入れておめかし中。
The magic of the costume fills you with confidence.
自信が満ちる、衣装の魔法。
The hustle and bustle of the carnival below. Finally, I found a place to sleep, a room a little closer to heaven.
眼下にカーニバルの雑踏。やっと見つけた寝床は、ちょっと天国に近い部屋。
The festival atmosphere is enhanced by the food stalls.
祭気分を高めるのは、やっぱり屋台。
Right, left, front, back, up, down, there are all strangers.
右も左も前も後も上も下も知らない人。
Loud noises and lukewarm breezes are streaming in from the open windows 24×7, whether I sleep or wake up.
開け放した窓から24時間×7日間、寝ても覚めても流れ込む大きな音と生温い風。
It's been a while since I crossed the boiling point of fun. But the carnival continues.
楽しさの沸点を越えてしばらく経つ。でも、カーニバルは続く。
Beer fills the emptiness.
ビールが空っぽに沁みる。
I looked through the viewfinder and for a moment, the present disappeared.
ファインダーを覗いたら、一瞬だけ、今が消えた。
Dance, dance, dance. No matter where we are. No matter if it's midsummer or midwinter.
踊れ踊れ踊れ。ここが何処でも。真夏でも真冬でも。
We dance for the lie that this night, this life, will last forever. We know it's a lie, so we dance as hard and joyously as we can.
この夜が、この命が、ずっと続くと嘘をついて踊る。嘘を知ってるから、思い切り激しく楽しく踊る。
A quiet sea after the festival. I don't feel sad, because it's normal for everything to end. I lied that.
祭りの後の静かな海。寂しくはない、終わるのは当たり前だから。というのはウソ。
An everyday afternoon, Capoeira in silence.
日常の午後、音もなくカポエラ。
