Barranquilla, Colombia
A hundred years did the turtle walk, slow and steady like universal sounds, as a light house in the middle of the oceans.
Dancing, dreaming, and singing my soul has to gift you.
The voice sings and tempts all to dance, and travel with her to the shining moon. A hundred steps walks the turtle, a thousand shapes will I become, as my music becomes lenses. Soul Motion, an entity.
