The Fishwife's Debt - Jacinto De Lemos
(Winner of the SONANGOL Literature prize 2001)
U.E.A. , 206 pags., Year 2001 Angola
SP-8

Prose
"Two grabbed Nga Palasa, one pulled the kid away from the muddle, others held onto neighbor Maria Simão and tried to escape with her into the closest alley. Bad luck. Other neighbors showed up and closed the alley. Suddenly, the street became..."
(Excerpt from pg. 160)

João Melo - Sons of the Motherland
Nzila, 166 pgs., Year 2001 Angola
SC-3

Short Stories
"Besides, what's a contradiction if not the form, be it a practice, a rite or a taboo, in which a certain social condition is covered into? In fact, traditions of diverse peoples can only be compared if accurately contextualized, in regards to the stage of development of each one of them…"
(Excerpt from pg. 144)

Adriano Botelho De Vasconcelos - Abyss of Silence
U.E.A., 40 pgs., Year 1996 Angola
SP-44

Poetry
"How painful it is to hear from that guitar the song, make bleed the illusion, illusion hurried of violence in the hands that tear the brothers of the world, at the church stands a velvet boat on the bank of the trip of desires, all so delicate in efforts and paths in the curve of absences. The mothers' eye falls asleep..."
(Excerpt from pg. 24)

Romance
"In passing the information that caused the transference, one could read the following" should go to Timor to learn the practice of 'yoga' , but before we recommend a few days stay in India to visit Ghandi..."
(Excerpt from pg. 97)

Dario de Melo - Here, yet on the other side
Caxinde., 71 pgs., Year 2000 Angola
SP-12

Prose
"The mother washed clothes. Not everywhere. Only at the doctor's house, a good white man (he and his Mrs. and the kids). And if not then- she washed and would wash there for any price. Even without payment she also washed. From there she watched her son during classes breaks, when he came and went, when he laughed and played, when he talked and talked. Along with everyone. Darker, noticeable from a distance ..." (Excerpt da pg. 9)

Pepetela - The Generation of the Utopia
Dom Quixote., 318 pgs., Year 1992 Angola
SP-17

Prose
"Decided to walk a little, until the next bus stop, to enjoy the sun and the heat. There, near the University Hospital, there were few people on the streets. Ingenuous people, which were either going to the hospital or coming from there. Worried about some illness, real or imagined. If they don’t have one now, they worry about the one they will have tomorrow. The Portuguese always need something in order to be melancholy." (Excerpt from pg. 11)

Anny Pereira - Once is not enough
U.E.A., 81 Pgs., Year 1998 Angola
SP- 4

Prose
"The days now are much shorter, not just because of the season, but also because of the fact that I am no longer so alone. There is another woman in the section and since she still has the joy and no worries of those that know how to live life, there are times that her joy is contagious. News from family and friends is coming: the fever to" (Excerpt from pg. 53)

Prose
" The following day, the sun came out too early. The birds chirped and the cocks crowed until late. The plantations, the huts and the floors of the dwelling were still damp from the rain, which caused floods in the center of the villages. It was almost six a.m. Still, a few people wandered, when in normal circumstances, the inhabitants of those localities rose early to begin the toil... " (Excerpt from pg. 37 )

John Bella - The Pots Cooked Dawn
U.E.A., 84 pgs., Year 2000 Angola
SP- 18

Poetry
" I remember the day I stuck roses on the cries of that conscience but I never killed memories without previously whispering secrets I remember I was a vagabond I dove in colors and dead lights but I never desired seeds spawned by someone else’s God you hear this noise ..." (Excerpt from pg. 29)

Fernando Kafukeno - The Wax Graffiti
U.E.A., 102 pgs., Year 2000 Angola
SP-23

Poetry
"Today I will send you a poem in the breeze you should receive it at the door of number 69 and at J Street the poem will sing to the sun of your eyes and will tell the birds the sweetness of the working class neighborhood and more on your lips..." (Excerpt from pg. 86)

Cristóvão Neto - The Soul's Bells
(SONANGOL Literature Prize1994 - Honorable Mention)
U.E.A., 53 pgs., Year 1996 Angola
SP-1.

Poetry
"You do me wrong, oh world of political cowardice of opulence and humble misery transformed into an imbecile cavern of crows. I adore you, oh docile love of seagulls in early morning flight o ardent roll of clamoring drums in the backlands replete with the sorry souls of slave drivers and slaves still captive. I admire you, o stunning dream of allegorical sojourns..." (Excerpt from pg 22)

Ana Major - The Lundu Star
(SONANGOL Literature Prize1993 - Honorable Mention)
U.E.A., 41 pgs., Year 1998 Angola
SP-2

Prose
" She came out into the street that day, with a smiling disposition. In a hurry, but coy, she walked among those people. No one laid their eyes on her, nor did they notice her presence. She was just another one among so many. Intentionally she faded herself out. The neutral colors she was wearing were the result of a subtle and agile choice. Lightly, but prefect for a dancer; sober yet feminine; all in all, practical in matters of love and chic to make herself distinguished and preferred..." (Excerpt from pg. 13)

Prose
" There is a subtle virginity in the dawn of each day and in the discovery of the rebirth of a city. It was six o’clock. People awoke slowly and still walked unhurriedly. I placed the suitcase in the trunk of the car and wandered to the airport. The night’s tensions were leaving my body, and particularly my shoulders..." (Excerpt from pg. 9)

Chronicles
"The moon is beautiful today comes love to the sailor that tomorrow leaves for the sea for love of the waters sad is the destiny of a sailor come..." (Excerpt from pg. 21)

Anny Pereira - 14 Poems In Abril
(SONANGOL Literature Prize 1998 – Honorable Mention)
U.E.A., 35 pgs., Year 1998 Angola
SP-13.

Poetry
"The dreams mature in the petals of water lilies that cover the truncated branches of your tree without roots the birds float in the stylized leaves that decorate the contours of your torn up body waiting for the moment which never comes..." (Excerpt from pg. 15)

Cristóvão Neto - Pause
(SONANGOL Literature Prize 1998 – Honorable Mention)
U.E.A., 70 pgs., Year 1998 Angola
SP-19.

Poetry
" If I drink of this cup the wine is to liberate me from taking flight of dreams rescue the somnolence of times long past, long past from me gone to the shadows, of what is left of me! So nostalgic, this so nostalgic night, the shadow…
I think, every time I think that this nostalgia will never let me go ..." (Excerpt from pg. 24)

Chronicle
" As in almost everything, it is common to hear that punctuality is lacking there where the seriousness of labor is imperious. Likewise, the same is said at Sonangol. But it seems that everything does not go well. Sometimes there are delays and more delays. The causes are not always justifiable, which worries, of course. Punctuality is imperative as a work ethic. Only those who are punctual will succeed. This is the truth..." (Excerpt from pg. 10)