|steppe: I dream of an Africa which is in peace with itself
|steppe: Catch me if you can
|steppe: The darkest thing about Africa has always been our ignorance of it
|steppe: In the evening sun
|steppe: The solitude of prime numbers
|steppe: Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth
|steppe: I've never bothered about my color
|steppe: To live is to choose
|steppe: Synchronicity
|steppe: Early in life I had learned that if you want something, you had better make some noise
|steppe: The look
|steppe: The joy of small things
|steppe: We are family!
|steppe: Anyone who sees beauty and does not look at it will soon be poor
|steppe: Under African skies
|steppe: La mia banda suona il rock...
|steppe: Cape Town at my feet
|steppe: My sorrows left behind...
|steppe: But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun
|steppe: The impossible missions are the only ones which succeed
|steppe: Scivolò via come un'onda, solo più bella delle altre
|steppe: Waiting for the perfect wave
|steppe: Big Wednesday
|steppe: This love is a strange love
|steppe: If I'm free, it's because I'm always running
|steppe: Le vent nous portera
|steppe: Extended family
|steppe: You'll be lost, and you'll be sorry when I'm gone
|steppe: Savanna!
|steppe: Seventy-five. Made of sky