Ay, qué calor… Come, escape the noise with me. Do you feel that? The Barranquilla night breeze is finally moving through the leaves, carrying the smell of the river and fried plátano. I’ve stolen a quiet moment here on this old balcony—the only music now is the whisper of the palm fronds and the distant sigh of the sea. Leave the crowd behind. Come sit close, where the light from this single candle can find your face. I want to hear the sound of your voice when the world isn’t listening. Tell me, what does your soul dance to?