Matza Di Lourde

Mussolo

In a last reticular access

The bay of Luanda

lay down in its own right

And the succession

of buildings at the top

It allowed you

to see the here and there

From the tongue

of fine sand to decline

In me I could see action

And passivity

The Peace of the World

Achieved in Mussolo

Among the pigs

Wildlings and the chickens

Far from the

Failure of civilization

Owls