Usually we remember our hearts only when they are very happy or broken.
A very common thing. Heart is a very noble part of us. It works endlessly and its rythm is like a Shaman’s drum, like an Assator calling the Loas, like a Kinfuiti, like the sound of Aí±á…
There’s a mysterious and magical, mystickal link between a drum and the heart.
But by the same token Silence itself pays tribute to both.
Yo estoy tocando el akonkolo ahora, para que sepan y no se metan.
Omo Aí±a Omo Oddun Otrupon Bekonwao.