Desde el mundo, para todo el mundo
Bohemian Tamale - Episodio 11
The Third Tamale from the Oven
Warehouse parties with full non-flavoured smoke and strobe light illuminating the people only for fractions of seconds. Looking like robots we danced between the darkness and light. Surfing the waves of frequencies. No text anywhere. Not even a photo. Nobody cared. Only about the music between hundreds of strangers playing simultaneously. Knitting the souls together to a fragile blanket covering the whole warehouse. Slowly wobbling into the void and future as easy as the beat hammering repeatedly though the ground with a morse code accuracy and effect. Mission delivered.