Children of Africa Soul

Children of Africa Soul

Cascades of water, sea water, seas of the south. South Africa. Indigenous Africa, indigenous to a village, village of charm, enchantment of a dew, morning dew. Morning of hope, hope for the future, future of a child, child of Africa Soul. Africa, peach skin. Poetic slavery I feel in my veins, hearing the cries of this brother town. Beautiful women of black soul raise cries to celestial ceilings, at dawn with dawn. Ancestral roots emerge from nothingness, from that immortal nothingness that lies in your cold gaze. Look of betrayal, which rips clothes of beautiful white djellabas. Starry smiles, satin velvet lips, hide your fragile gaze. Looks that underlie hidden labyrinths, mirages of oases and dormant nights. Deep eyes, sobs of children. Hidden children, velvety mysteries in the nights of Africa Soul. Wet papers, with tears broken, with soft smiles and little winks at dawn. Do not fear nothing, nor eternal silence. There is no death, there is life. Life is hope. There are no silent silences, there are slight sighs in nothingness. There are cries of children, children of Africa Soul. Souls want to fly, flights of white gulls. Souls want to escape to the snowy peaks.
I am a time traveler. Messenger of light, in nothingness. I wish to dream this world of Africa deep in my soul. My soul and your soul are just a soul. A black soul full of desires, and scarlet red flowers. Flowers of passion and tuberose. Jasmine flowers, of fresh white frost. My soul, sacred flower of neem, reflects your love in the gaze. Bewitched look, haunted by suns of oriental instants. Awakenings to the rising sun, from East to West. Children of Africa Soul. Children who awaken their feelings, their loves to the son of the rising sun. Children of free Africa. Children of my soul and your soul. Awake with the sun! Awake silently, with the flutter of white butterflies! Shout to the celestial winds: I love my black Africa, my continent Africa! I love my deep roots, from Cameroon to Ghana! I love my deep earth, from the origin of humanity, from the beginning of my soul! I am a brother, a black soul, a traveling dove of time. From Senegal, from the Belgian Congo, from Cameroon and Mozambique. I am an immortal traveler, messenger of the freedom of my black race. I am a libertarian butterfly of my life, in the immensity of the skies of this beloved continent. Beloved from my beginning, from my birth to eternal light. Africa live in my soul!…

Maika Etxarri
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