And in that village lost, north of Burundi, everything was filled with joy, so that adolescent joy, as African, much needed. And the pygmies danced as if to finish the world.
There is no better joy luggage. Today I want to raise the cup of dreams and give them new. I uncork nostalgia, Pour the drink up and celebrate life one day we reach out to the world, and the world was waiting ... irreducible with joy.