Everything carried me to him: the sea, the shapes in the clouds, the silence that spread above men. In the distance, like the victor in the clatter of Earth’s creation, the mountain rises, as solitary as a thought escaped from the consciousness of God himself. The star began to wake up behind him, the star that could melt his snowy peaks faster than those of any other mountain, but decides not to do it: it is the way of keeping sacred what was born sacred. Thanks to the sun, Africa’s rooftop remains untouchable in its eternal dream.

Far beyond, as lonely as a thought that escaped the consciousness of God himself, the mountain rises.
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  • TitleKILIMA
  • CountryTanzania
  • Year June 2012