Ondjaki Quotes
The morning was, therefore, a mixture of a plenitude of densities, from the presence of the placid birds, to the mundane premonition, to the spring of small glisters which accompanied that autumnal rain. The music, in a simple whistle, recreated a new universe with the parish and all the hearts that were witness to it – padre, pigeons, swallows, the world! – were clothed in a new carnivalesque colouring: a celebration from within.