Memories from the Festival du Bout du Monde. August 2022.
From early morning night trances to Thylacine’s spellbinding melodies, to swaying to Ethiopian jazz. Rocking to Simple minds and gyrating, eyes closed, to Imarhan’s beguiling Arab beats. Hearts beat in tempo with exotic melodies. Something about dancing hypnotizes me, the dynamic of moving bodies, in union with rhythm, expressing what words cannot convey, superficial to innermost depths…universal, physical, social, spiritual phenomenon.
