#jarana

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A couple months back with Fredo.

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Con espectáculo surcan caminos por cuatro estados

Ballet Folklórico Juvenil del Estado, Orquesta Jaranera del Mayab e invitados, los protagonistas. Mérida, Yuc 20 de agos- “SURcando caminos” fue el programa que protagonizaron el Ballet Folklórico Juvenil del Estado y la Orquesta Jaranera del Mayab, en el teatro “Armando Manzanero” donde presentaron baile, música y tradiciones de Campeche, Quintana Roo, Veracruz y Yucatán. En el evento,…

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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Jarana GLA, 2023

[cure-typhoon]

You can cut the tension with a knife

More about the awkward reunion between Dave and Karkat in my Earth C au

[sugerblu]

charlie rlly put her pet goats in suits and everyone just let her do it

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Mateo Borgioli, Tute Biglia & Alfredo Troilo in ‘Bienvenidos a la Jarana’ by Juani Sanchez for Alcatraz Argentina (2017) sample of Hunks In Hollywood (on Facebook).

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[georgecunt]

what is your favorite word and what does it mean?

Hi!! My fave word is "Jarana" which means a loud and lively party/celebration :)

Close second is "Jacaranda" tho, which is a family of plants, look at this beautiful tree:

[kaab-okom]

Bueno no esperaba encontrarme un evento durante la noche.

[m5soluciones]

Ático de obra nueva de 2 dormitorios en Edificio Jarana (centro de Torre del Mar) - 1859 | Agencia Inmobiliaria

Edificio Jarana es el nuevo proyecto de M5 promotora en la zona centro de Torre del Mar. Nueva construcción compuesta de pisos de 1, 2 o 3 dormitorios y un exclusivo ático. Un edificio residencial con las mayores calidades constructivas y los mejores acabados para un máximo confort vital y gozando del lujo que supone encontrarse en el centro de Torre del Mar, con todos los servicios a un paso:…

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Canta Perú en Jarana

Autor y compositor: Roger Casalino Castro

 Intérpretes: Sonia Berrocal

Ricardo Scaglia Avilés

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Baldomero Romero Ressendi - La danza de los pavos. Jarana andaluza (1967)

[angel-amable]

Comparto los sentimientos de desolación del gay Gosberto cuando acabamos nuestra sesión de yoga. Vamos a las duchas, que tradicionalmente habían sido un epicentro de jolgorio y jarana, para encontrarnos un lugar sin apenas humedad... solamente esa nube de microgotas que dura 0,5 seg después de accionar cualquier pulsador.

¡oh! Si lloviese un poco. Solamente un poco.

[cure-typhoon]

Last drawing i made before my laptop freaking died, so enjoy

[capavldi]

" cuando no eras tan... padre de familia. " pero aquello es rematado por una risita, tampoco desea que se tomen demasiado en serio a sí mismos en el reencuentro — mucho menos cuando su hermana está entre los asistentes. a propósito de ello, " ¿ya te la encontraste? " le pregunta sin tener que mencionarla por su nombre y vuelve a insistir con la copa que le ha servido en mano y la suya propia en la otra.

DICIEMBRE, 2037: ❛ ¡Vamos, por los viejos tiempos! ❜ ( @capavldi )

risita se escapa, cabeza se ladea. " ¿qué viejos tiempos, exactamente? " aunque no deja de ser agradable, mirada es cautelosa. hay ciertos momentos a los que no está muy seguro si quiere volver.

[ghostwise]

may writing challenge day 2, 382 words AU: a young Zevran explores his first Arlathvhen

Zevran is suffused with the sights and sounds of Arlathvhen. He moves through the crowds with a grin that doesn’t budge, and with one simple goal—to see everything as quickly as possible.

There are merchants selling toys and jewelry and fabric. Food stands fill the air with the scent of a dozen spices. People in costume sing songs and perform traditional Dalish dances. He walks the length of the beach and back, and it is only scratching the surface of all there is to experience.

It feels wonderful.

Often when he is reading a very good book, he skims. Sentences, passages, entire pages in a flash—and then he finds himself at some scintillating turning point, some shocking scene of romance or adventure or terror, with no clue how he got there.

It happens to him now.

Past the sea of sellers are the campsites of the various clans, assorted with a collection of aravels, tents, and boats.

It is quieter here. There are families and conversation and the peaceful domesticity of a Dalish campground multiplied tenfold. Zevran is about to leave when a voice reaches his ears.

“Lost, friend?”

Zevran turns and immediately recognizes the singer from earlier.

A Dalish elf with vallaslin in twining lines of grey—no, blue—ink peeks at him with his instrument still in hand. He’s a bit taller than him. His hair and flesh are the color of sunbleached bone, and his pale blue eyes dart about with exceeding interest. He gives the faintest smile—and Zevran realizes he’s being rather quiet.

“A little,” he says quickly, and he clears his throat. “I’m looking—for a book,” he lies.

“A book?”

“Yes, yes,” Zevran continues, and he steps towards the man. The lie comes to him quickly, like an obedient falcon winging its way to its master, and like the best lies, it has a core of truth. “A lyrics book—a cancionero. I am from Antiva City, you see, and it is hard to find Dalish literature in the human lands.”

“You are interested in lyrics, specifically?” the man asks. He weighs his jarana from one hand to the other.

��Oh yes. I am enjoying the music here,” Zevran says with a grin. “It is beautiful.”

The man tilts his head slightly, regarding him.

Zevran laughs at himself. Perhaps it was too much to hope that the stranger would recognize him from the crowd.