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Summons''The New African

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King

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So I told the traveler property: '' Nell 'immensity of the dry lands of Africa Indigenous travel incessantly the sea of \u200b\u200bgrass of the savannah. Solitary travelers whose only company is animal. Animals of the most diverse watch impassively individual human traveler.''

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Meerkat

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''They look almost like to remind you not to disturb or disrupt the tranquility of the surroundings, the equilibrium natural that remained untouched for millennia.'' ''When he breaks the harmony in Savannah, in the night bushbaby * cry!''(* bushbaby : small African monkey and by night makes sounds similar to the cries of a child) ... ''Queta observe fishermen absorbed the pelican that gets up in the air to warn of approaching danger ...''

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Ibis

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''... The elephants when they run on their trail is about the ivory hunters. Soon fairs elephant tusks will be reduced in white balls for billiard games of the wealthy. The natural balance has been broken again! For miles and miles spread cries of danger among the various species. The cries of the Sacred Ibis bird are of the lone warrior detaching from the hunt. They play the drums in the village, the people refer to celebrate the successful hunt. The warthog is pleased not to have too yearn for the ivory tusks.''

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Mr. Warthog

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Remember the Great Summoner, a sentence is applicant in Africa: ''Man, do not follow the action out of fear when the ostrich hides its head in the ground. Like his other part of your body will still be visible as will your clumsy actions that destroy the balance of creation. Walk the known world, follow the slow course of the sacred rivers of Africa, we realize how beautiful are the faces of bronze statues only as of Benin'' ... Similar to the signs''that the time left on the bark of the old Baobab are wrinkles on the faces of the old African beyond ethnicity to which they belong.

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L 'Africa has had on their faces the memory of those lands, those colors, smells that make it a single continent, the cradle of' human being, that 'Eden, that apparently lost Paradise where the sun always shines and they live mostly naked. Primordial land where the survival of living beings is difficult, but where are all aware that everyday life should be conquered and lived. Africa, a continent where everything is huge. From the wealth and beauty to the misery and contradictions. A great land where people, oppressed by the environment or even by their own similar, they always find a reason to continue living.

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From: Sergio Toppi - African , on the way of imagination, 2010
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