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| No song is more powerful than the substance of its music, the brilliance, the force, the purity of each timbre. A deep cocoon for love to be born, water and thirst married so as not to die. Invented (un)limit when we happen to define the native land, a flag with a carnal imprint, the first homeland, the country with a vocation for growth. Endless bird in the roof of the mouth, pronunciation with salt and sweat or Sun, flight, fable, matrix of the love to be shared. A boat in the eyes. from O manual das mãos [The manual of the hands] |
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| b. 1963 Moçambique | ||||||||||||||||
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