This is not a picture book. It's a book of feeling, a book of the night, of the day. To taste Ethiopia you have to be like a poem: in peace, even when there’s trouble inside.
feeling is time
nothing seems to change
life take its own path
the importance of greatness is as small as we
sun tell us colors, scales, steps
horizon does not end at the eyes
stars do not end in the brief darkness of the sky
commonplace for images,
immense for those who feel
all sings
animals, people, wind
tension exists, but not seen
peace is many, but not understood
same contrast
same harmony
same Africa