I love music

I have been thinking about writing about music for quite a while now. Isn’t it funny that the first thing that came to my teacher’s mind as an idea for a short essay, was music? Think about it…music makes the world go around, not money. But then again, music makes a lot of money. I just love how it makes me feel, like something else gets hold of my body, like I am making love but with soul, protection, integrity, chemistry. Of course, I am talking particularly about Kizomba. If there is something that makes me a true Angolan, is Kizomba. Kizomba makes my soul shrink, like I become small and powerless…it amazes me, like all of the sudden I want to be happy, joyful, hopeful…it makes me love life.

 

 

If the universe created something like music, it definitely validates how this life is amazing. Even the fast ones, with pumping beats, makes you beg them to never end…like you want it to last forever, just like an orgasm.

 

 

I always wanted to write lyrics, to pour out my feelings so everyone can hear them. Imagine me at some party completely wasted and a song written by me is playing. That would be magical!

 

 

I always thought languages were universal but nah, music is. Everyone understands it…I can listen to Korean pop, Brazilian Samba, Portuguese Fado, American Rap, Mexican salsa and feel connected to them…to their pain, struggles, history…

 

 

 

hey, I love music.