02-07-2015 by Fedele Turci L'Odoard
I left my heart in Africa.
I put him under an acacia tree in the middle of the savannah.
Since I left I have not heard from him.
Every now and then, from here, I feel a scratch, as a raptor caught him.
Sometimes I feel a bite, like he's been bitten by a lion.
I left my heart in Kenya.
The last time I saw him, the airplane window, ran along a gazelle.
Every now and then, from here, I have a tremor, as if he awaited a hyena.
Every so often I feel a pain in the legs, as he had hunted a cheetah.
But my heart is alive, because Africa has never fear
My heart is safe, because in Kenya has found love.
I left my heart there, where I know I will return.
by Freddie del Curatolo
Imagine a space where sky does not dominate you, it runs through you;
where you don't breathe air, you taste it...
Imagine a space where sky does not dominate you
it runs through you
where you don't breathe air, you taste it
a place where time doesn't run, it simply rolls by
where your nerves no longer get nervous.
This space is dedicated to all the people who had to do with Kenya, on holiday, for job, guests of a friend, for voluntary service or by any other voluntary or unintentional chances, and who experienced so much the magic...