“... after daybreak is when I will already have died. At that moment I will only know of beautiful things: the certainties, the desires. When the sun bathes me, I will be something else: without mirrors, without sadness. I will have passed away, but will have been reborn. I will whistle mellifluous melodies. Discredited but, in the end, light.” LightBeautifulHappinessMusicDeath And DyingAfrican AuthorsAngolan Book:The Whistler Source: The Whistler