Samba in the courtyard

The infectious pulse that has travelled across the waves,
Through centuries of hardship and misdirection it has remained a constant.
Weaving its fibres into the tapestry of modernity,
Its heart and mine beat in tandem,
This rhythm is acupuncture to my soul.
I cannot remain still;
My arms and legs concur a unanimous vote...

This is samba,
Let's play.

David, TCC