"The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." (Maya Angelou)
I admit that I have not got this on CD, and yet so many good memories come from listening to this record and watching Miriam Makeba sing this famous song. Perfect.
Cuando era chiquita ya oíamos a la Makeba, la tengo en los recuerdos, debe tener ya sus años no?
SI, ya tiene sus an-itos pero la energia de Mama Africa sigue ahi, intacta.Saludos desde Londres.
Right, es el tipo de energía que perdura con los años..Sunrise, sunset...Is this the little girl I carried?Is this the little boy at play?I don't remember getting older, day by daySunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years.One season following the other,Laden with happiness and tears.When did she get to be a beauty,When did he grow to be so tall,Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years.One season following the other,Laden with happiness and tears.un abrazo