Nowadays few are the opportunities that I have to walk down the Flower street. There was a time that daily I used to pass by The Boca Maldita and I still remember some characters. Like the one that used to jump through a tight circle of knives. Or the one who used to ask his poor assistant to support within his lips a cigarette or a small sheet of paper that was thoroughly shredded by a whip.
The photos show a capoeira circle and the dancers showing their skills.