And everything in her moves

Black Africa will never grow with generals. The laws of the powerful ones are not reliable. They are to distrust. Because never, they will never work.


She wears her beauty, with the night of the times
And climate burning, inconstant, tropical, sensual
And skies and lands. In the incessant search of the seventh sky
And however, everything in her moves


Already acclaimed, cleared up and luminous
It follows him keep apart of his appearance
In the tired eyes, lost in the corporal destiny
In the presented lightness of the day of year-good


And it jumps for the beauty of the wind castles
It continues her in the inauspicious days and nights discharges
Always stormy, in the confused sea
Without yellow stars


Of natural light, it feels well-aimed
It is unlocked and it follows his mat
As in the night of having the free field
Of open skies

And however, everything in her moves

Gil Gonçalves

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