Ethiopia green summer carpet.
On the lake stopped fishing islands.
Young faces cheerful. Colorful flowers.
Ethiopia red water like blood.
Dark stones like coffee.
And a woman named Addisalem.
Ethiopia a colorful flight of birds.
Women and men at mass dressed in white.
In the blind and crippled streets float in the mud.
Ethiopia’s sweet and colorful fruit.
Children, mules, dogs chasing each other in the street.
Cheerful boasting of a desperate gang.
Ethiopia large market under the African sky.
Fruits, spices and vegetables mix the smell…
lambs, chickens and cows count the hours.
It is difficult to heal from the sickness of Africa, from that irresistible impulse that pushes us to abandon the usual urban landscapes for the vast, infinite horizons. African fabrics tell, through their interwoven weaves, distant stories and allow us to maintain a link with this ancestral world: symbols and drawings that draw on the elements of the cosmos, the archaic signs, the origin of the world. Created by hands of multiple ethnic groups to sanction a passage of condition, underline the wealth, affirm the social condition, celebrate births and marriages, they become common heritage.
