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 arterie...