We smell each other's scents,
we embrace tighter.
Mine is your waist,
mine is your hair.
Spin, spin, in the air the whirls,
with each step we find our fate .
Spin, spin, in the fragrances of the heights,
to the rhythms of Mindelo.
To the sound of the Bollero.
I want
you to dance.
Dance,
child.
singing...