Dancing Samba Touré

In a samba touré from the Sahara, a new blue dance meets the heat of the sand and impregnates souls with love. There is no chance to see God, but to feel Him in a high-spirited way. The same tattooed sadness and its subconscious asceticism are released in the burning, hypnotic air. All feelings can return to what they once were ~ cyclic evolution in perfectionism. These free people, who are like bluebirds of happiness, touch a sky-dancing takamba. Some shadows of the day fly in the moonlight to cool down. Old ghosts of memory are invaded by the ancient spirituality of the whole world in their thinking grain~ a need to survive. Poem by Marieta Maglas