IT IS

Just like a broken skin

Able to redo and connect again,

June winds come dancing back again

Announcing its black beautiful cycle

With charms and enchantment

Felt and admired by the African heart 

Deep touches that calm the soul

Brightness that smoothen the colour

Intensity with which one loves is observed 

By the good winds that scatter it throughout the atmosphere

Permeating the air

The traditional African senses.

To connect again 

Thus, renewed in our own cycle

Which is the ability to love, with detachment,

To the root of our heart,

and the sources of our colour 

Until we expand wild

In the direction of the other 

and touch the souls

And we are no longer one,

we are the sum of what we share

and reach to the infinite of ourselves.

The colour the shape and the beauty

It's all we ever wanted

It's all we have