Smoke Land

“Dance, dance, good men and lovable women ! After having shared our fatigues, the companions wish to share the pleasures... And far from breaking the fiddler’s guitar as the Christian priest would, it is under our fingers that the instrument of the dance will resonate... In the middle of the ball, a circle of men and women forms. Our songs strike the air, we offer a word. The clouds wandering in the atmosphare come together; a few drops of rain fall. Hooray! Horray! For it has not rained for two months and the tobacco is parched in the fields and the vegetables dying in the gardens! Earth and air commune in an abundant rain just as we commune with these good cultivators“ Text adapted from “Sonnets to Orpheus”, Rilke