Ritmada Hawaiana

The bass is booming like there's a spring under my feet instead of a floor. The air shimmers, the streetlights flicker, someone shouts "vai, novinha!" - and everything becomes clear without translation. There's no time for thoughts here, the body is working: swaying, responding to the rhythm, arguing with it, and then surrendering and doing exactly what the beat asks. The simple formula for happiness is a little audacity, a little sweat, and absolutely no shyness. Everything else is background noise, let the world wait while the dance floor is on fire.