Nakuahu Rock Paintings – The trail of time

A sign in the middle of the road indicates the direction and distance. A forest in Meconta and the path along the little road that the forest still claims… Until the great stone that towers over the plant empire in the distance. Climbers, again. And we think of these men and women learning the art of Alberto Chissano, even before Chissano was bone, flesh and complexion with the colors of the trunks of the highly resistant trees with which he worked, transforming the great rock into a home. And, with a piece of paintbrush tied with color, fixing on the walls of the mountain, the strokes that hint at images. Always images and the many thousand words that each one contains. Is it a proclamation of love or a passage of civilizational testimony or coordinates of a treasure hidden in the belly of the forest?

We are reduced to rubble by the astonishment of the trail of a time that only the walls can remember.

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