sábado, outubro 21, 2006

under african skies

(Ilha de Luanda, 2006)
Joseph's face was black as nightThe pale yellow moon shone in his eyesHis path was markedBy the stars in the Southern HemisphereAnd he walked his daysUnder African skiesThis is the story of how we begin to rememberThis is the powerful pulsing of love in the veinAfter the dream of falling and calling your name outThese are the roots of rhythmAnd the roots of rhythm remain
(Paul Simon, Graceland, 1986)