A crowd of men and women,
Bodies moving in unison,
Hands outstretched, eyes closed,
Body against heart in the same impulse
A shower of laughter and tears,
Waves of resonance and sound,
Shockwaves, silent screams,
Deep and slow cosmic movement.
The circle is my first reality
I go in, I go out, and I was born there.
A space of rhythm and freedom,
Where bodies dance their truth.
A space for rhythm and life
Swirling, growing, uplifting spirits,
Pursuing its course towards infinity
Stars shine in the night.
A space for rhythm and life
Fueled by all our energies,
Carried by her, then by him,
I enter it as if it were a church
Hands outstretched, eyes closed,
Body against heart in the same movement.
The circle is my first reality
I go in, I go out, and I was born there.
A space of rhythm and freedom,
Where bodies dance
Where bodies dance
Where bodies dance
- Khoudia
