A white spray settling on lush green,
glistening in the soft moonlight.
The sight is like a texture in itself
but my heart could not resist the urge
to touch the soft wet blanket of grass.
I bend over and allow my fingers
to be swallowed by those tender blades.
Enraptured in the sheer luxury of the sensation
I spend the moment in pure bliss...
Life! That's the difference!
A fearless embrace to life!
I see it here.
I just heard its manifestation
in the most energized drumming I've ever heard.
Three men and one woman drumming
the beats of their lives... WIld and fReE
PoWErFUL and ecSTatiC
sYnChRoNiSeD and SOULful
and then the language... Spanish...
it rings out like the beats of the drums...
Tortas Cubana y Moca Frio! Ah!
Perfect companions for this night...
and this is the perfect end to a day in Puebla...
i walk back with a new found friend
walking by me like he has known me for years...
bright eyes... brisk steps... black, brown and white fur
thick and untidy like the hair on my head! :-)
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wow!!!!!!!
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