“Are you angry with me?”
“Teach me to dance.”
“Did you say… Dance?”
I’ve listened to Okinawan music all night, and smoked my kirseru, and… and… There is a joyful language which transcends all nations, and thousands of miles apart, Crete, Okinawa, Hawaii, there is the conclusion to all things which is universal. When you kick your feet in the the sand and laugh you come to the greatest truth that no words can ever encompass.
Dance, drink and sing with me. Let nations and all our fine ideas turn to dust. Put your hand on my shoulder and let my hand fall on yours and we’ll spin, and laugh, laugh, laugh…