Agostinho Neto was the a medical doctor, a poet, and most importantly the first president of Angola. Today, I would like you to sit back and enjoy a poem written by this great African leader
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Fogo e ritmo Sons de grilhetas nas estradas cantos de pássaros sob a verdura úmida das florestas frescura na sinfonia adocicada dos coqueirais fogo fogo no capim fogo sobre o quente das chapas do Cayatte. Caminhos largos cheios de gente cheios de gente em êxodo de toda a parte caminhos largos para os horizontes fechados mas caminhos caminhos abertos por cima da impossibilidade dos braços. Fogueiras dança tamtam ritmo Ritmo na luz ritmo na cor ritmo no movimento ritmo nas gretas sangrentas dos pés descalços ritmo nas unhas descarnadas Mas ritmo ritmo. Ó vozes dolorosas de África!
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Fire and rhythm The sound of chains on the roads the songs of birds under the humid greenery of the forest freshness in the smooth symphony of the palm trees fire fire on the grass fire on the heat of the Cayatte plains Wide paths full of people full of people an exodus from everywhere wide paths to closed horizons but paths paths open atop the impossibility of arm fire dance tum tum rhythm Rhythm in light rhythm in color rhythm in movement rhythm in the bloody cracks of bare feet rhythm on torn nails yet rhythm rhythm Oh painful African voices
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