“ It was normal for it to rain, but in October- who could forget the rains of October?- now this disturbingly silent rain was falling. That was so nebulous that it was pretty; that, if it had not been w… Ondjaki
“ The night was so balmy that breathing ceased to be a habitual sensation, becoming much closer to something like the gaseous ingestion of a mango, the velvet caress of a hand or the soft skin of a fres… Ondjaki
“ The sound circulated like an autonomous being whose tentacles needed to experience a sensitive awareness of the terrain. Ondjaki
“ ... after daybreak is when I will already have died. At that moment I will only know of beautiful things: the certainties, the desires. When the sun bathes me, I will be something else: without mirror… Ondjaki
“ No matter how great the love, the pain, the sadness, the power of a heart, no one can recreate the sea. Nowhere else. Ondjaki
“ The morning was, therefore, a mixture of a plenitude of densities, from the presence of the placid birds, to the mundane premonition, to the spring of small glisters which accompanied that autumnal ra… Ondjaki
“ The elders say- difficult to prove- that winged creatures also dream. The birds are lovers of heights, always searching out landing spots, never constant here at the foot of the human race. 'It's that… Ondjaki
“ The endlessness of the extent of that whistle resulted, without a doubt, also in an enormous metaphysical knowledge of the art of whistling, which mingled, not just with the hearing of people, but ext… Ondjaki
