Khidja
Dancing in order to forget or to understand. Barefooted or booted? What do I know. Lose yourself in the masses and reach for the fogscapes above our heads. Hearing tones, experiencing sounds. Absorbing them in our body and integrating them into our soul. Seeing the light and getting enlighted. Galopping through the alleys of men, philosophise with the body and glorify it all. For yourself, within yourself, but with others. With or without beer, but for sure with joy and the permanence of funk, jazz or gypsy and even of latin and Khidja.
