Rumba that samba into a percussive style that moves every bone into the earth and back out again. This trip goes through the earth, out past the regions of the moons of Saturn and back again while smiling deeply at the enchiladas flavored with salsa endowed with finely chopped black olives enhanced by a few green olives designed within by a jalapeno style. The poem whispered by Aline brings me back to earth momentarily for a quick breath of air before twirling once more with the guitars fading out.
Aline de Lima