(——— from the Hunter)
He finished the telling of the hunt.
Now, with his people he will wait for the piece of skin, the leopard insignia.
He leaves in the reverse step of a reverent walk, one hand still clutching the weapon reinvested
with prestige and responsibility, the other holding the small bandage on his chest that condenses
He finished the telling of the hunt.
Now, with his people he will wait for the piece of skin, the leopard insignia.
He leaves in the reverse step of a reverent walk, one hand still clutching the weapon reinvested
with prestige and responsibility, the other holding the small bandage on his chest that condenses
the power,
the energy,
the waves,
the salts,
the waters,
the oils,
the energy,
the waves,
the salts,
the waters,
the oils,
the juices and the poisons that the Earth reserves holy for its creatures
always with
always with
always with
always with
.
(——— from the Carrier of Justice)
Come here. Listen. Can you feel this other sculpture, the carrier of justice?
Xéee! The sculptor... making the stone speak of the brilliance of that older man.
Xé, he must have been short, but with an eloquent hand and a sharp eye. Great kota!
In a complicit frown I looked at the sculptor-who-is-still-here.
Now we really knew there was no point in talking.
I wanted to hold his hand, but my hand stuck to my knee and wouldn't come off.
The Voice was getting louder now:
If you could see him at the Royal Court… Oh!
Come here. Listen. Can you feel this other sculpture, the carrier of justice?
Xéee! The sculptor... making the stone speak of the brilliance of that older man.
Xé, he must have been short, but with an eloquent hand and a sharp eye. Great kota!
In a complicit frown I looked at the sculptor-who-is-still-here.
Now we really knew there was no point in talking.
I wanted to hold his hand, but my hand stuck to my knee and wouldn't come off.
The Voice was getting louder now:
If you could see him at the Royal Court… Oh!
Left arm on hip.
The other raised.
Magnanimous bearing. The gesture precise. Rare words. A word here, a word there,
he led.
Asking mysterious questions, posing proverbs.
Waiting for Time to play its part.
Waiting for Time to play its part.
He would shut up.
And each time, he would gather the assembly into his silence.
And he would lead again.
Left arm on hip
anchoring the negative
The other raised
releasing positive powers
Yes.
Intermingling Justice, Art and Life,
restoring the purity of being
táuas!
Do you recognize that embodiment?
It is the gesture inside those who were forced into the bilges and crossed in convulsion the Big
Salted Sea. People. Without.
Ah! To breath-drink the wonderful blue. Ah.
The inner enslaved person’s gesture that touched the ground, and became fruitful, encrypted,
arising in life.
Without name but forever regained. Atlantic. Here.There.
táuas!
The gesture setting the stage at the concert. Around the dance floor. In fightings and struggles.
The gesture blown by the sea, anchored in all grounds, stemming from the veins.
For generations.
The gesture setting the stage at the concert. Around the dance floor. In fightings and struggles.
The gesture blown by the sea, anchored in all grounds, stemming from the veins.
For generations.
Stop! In the name of Love.
The Supremes. Michael Jackson. Prince. Amy. Rapsody.
That woman, the fish dealer of Vila Alice. Others in Kinshasa - Brazzaville - Matongé. The one in
Mouraria.
Now, raise your right hand. Open it. Yes. Your left fist on hip. Yes. Again.
The Supremes. Michael Jackson. Prince. Amy. Rapsody.
That woman, the fish dealer of Vila Alice. Others in Kinshasa - Brazzaville - Matongé. The one in
Mouraria.
Now, raise your right hand. Open it. Yes. Your left fist on hip. Yes. Again.
táuas!