Sucked into the door of Sama,
I saw men and women
enter their shadow;
metamorphosed,
in musical notes.

Black, spread your wings and become crooked,
on the partition of the world,
To your brothers and sisters, hang on.
Forms the circle.
Double the rhythms.

Listen
the flow,
Slows down
Listen
silence.
Dance.

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