I African, confess
I African, confess
Bird with roots buried in the wind
Trunk with fins on petals
Ruby flower born in the quagmire
Shouting in the middle of the desert
The song of the sea of islands
I African, confess
Woman of imponderable wanderings
In a world of dystopias
Following routes of despair
Toppling all suffering
I African, confess
Woman of the world and unbridled passions
Of unyielding loves
Inconsequential and fearless
But always with clenched fists
Resilient in the desert of hope
I African, confess
Visionary and idealist
Searching for oases of life
Dreaming of a free Africa
Without martyred people
Nor people in devastating convulsions
I African, confess...
A new Dawn
I sought Cabral
In the chapters of history
In international seats
In government elites
I looked for Cabral
On the Onusian benches
In the busy arteries
Of world conferences
But I only found him
In the smile of a child
In the cadenced melody of a wave
On the dusty roads
The pathways of the contractors
I only found him
In the rice fields in gestation
In the cleaning of rifles
In the night pregnant with daggers
I only found him
In the ghettos of the humiliated
Waving the banner of the oppressed
For a new Dawn
Nocturnal
nightmares
How to fall asleep
without nightmares
If in every dream one can only fit
Images of terror
Squalid faces
Bloodstained clothes
And exorbitant eyes
How to fall asleep
without nightmares
When the images of the blue sea
Only reflect
Lying bodies of destitute immigrants
Terrified stowaways
Starved refugees
How can I fall
asleep without nightmares
When the painful melody
That lulls my dreams
Is the pitiful cry
Of the damned of the earth
How long,
Oh heaven!
Will I carry
Such nocturnal nightmares?
Bird with roots buried in the wind
Trunk with fins on petals
Ruby flower born in the quagmire
Shouting in the middle of the desert
The song of the sea of islands
Woman of imponderable wanderings
In a world of dystopias
Following routes of despair
Toppling all suffering
Woman of the world and unbridled passions
Of unyielding loves
Inconsequential and fearless
But always with clenched fists
Resilient in the desert of hope
Visionary and idealist
Searching for oases of life
Dreaming of a free Africa
Without martyred people
Nor people in devastating convulsions
I African, confess...
In the chapters of history
In international seats
In government elites
On the Onusian benches
In the busy arteries
Of world conferences
In the smile of a child
In the cadenced melody of a wave
On the dusty roads
The pathways of the contractors
In the rice fields in gestation
In the cleaning of rifles
In the night pregnant with daggers
In the ghettos of the humiliated
Waving the banner of the oppressed
For a new Dawn
If in every dream one can only fit
Images of terror
Bloodstained clothes
And exorbitant eyes
When the images of the blue sea
Only reflect
Lying bodies of destitute immigrants
Terrified stowaways
Starved refugees
When the painful melody
That lulls my dreams
Is the pitiful cry
Of the damned of the earth
Oh heaven!
Will I carry
Such nocturnal nightmares?
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