As the stars over Genadendal hear the cheeky foreign rhythms, they can’t help but sway their hips… prodding elbows, nods and winks… then they clip on grand earrings and come out for a peek. Hoopla and merry-making down in the square! Hearts doing cartwheels, alegría and flair. And over the landscape a sky big enough to contain all the joy, all the charm, all the love.
“Love,” they recite in silver whispers, “love until the night collapses.”