Angry Tano arrived at my tavern on Friday night the Seahorse with a fury, I thought it was because of the rain fallen during the parade, or on the first night of dance in the street. The rain has been delayed so much in falling and it does so at the worst moment for those who longed for the beginning of the party in the ring.
But no, Tano’s anger was motivated by the statements of the councilwoman of Las Palmas celebrating that Santa Cruz celebrates a Drag Gala, although with a delay of 24 years, and did not say anything else, so we do not know what delay she was talking about: perhaps it is the delay they have taken to inform her that Santa Cruz has already made two attempts to celebrate it and they have been a failure; or perhaps it is the delay she has suffered in being informed that the Drag Gala is not something genuine of the Canarian capital, but where it was first celebrated was in Canarias in the Maspalomas transkarnetival, in 1986, and then the capital assumed it, as if the Indianos de La Palma were. Or maybe the delay is that it took them to tell her that it was the groups of our carnival who, in the seventies, traveled there to relive their carnival.
And there the Seahorse stayed, calculating the delay of encouraging its children’s murgas, which can be counted on one hand, or in getting musical groups to perform, or in daring with a serenade, or with a Rhythm and Harmony contest. Perhaps the people on his team don’t, but many of my customers are willing to calculate the magnitude of her delay to the Mrs. Councilwoman.
