PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I do not carry the purity of roots,

But within me, the pulse is strong, and what I feel goes beyond the skin,

It is a deep connection, not measured by appearance or origin.

In my chest, Angola lives, not as a trace of blood or colour,

But as a rhythm, a melody, that resonates in the soul, with love.

I am made of mixtures, of encounters, of paths that cross,

And in the rhythm of this feeling, i discover that the truest colour,

Is the one that beats in the heart,

Uniting the human to the human, in the essence of emotion.

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