under african skies

(Ilha de Luanda, 2006)

Joseph's face was black as night ■ The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes ■ His path was marked ■ By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere ■ And he walked his days ■ Under African skies ■ This is the story of how we begin to remember ■ This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein ■ After the dream of falling and calling your name out ■ These are the roots of rhythm ■ And the roots of rhythm remain

(Paul Simon, Graceland, 1986)