A Sra Kuloki enviou-nos a página :  link,no artigo DAMBA,1945-1953 (6)   onde encontramos o seguinte  poema  sobre Damba :

                                                                           Damba

                                                   ['A Memoria do meu Avó, Pedro José de Faria Túfua]


                                                                              Início
                                                                que te torna Pedro:

                                                                               som
                                                                      pétreo Cedro
                                                                       indeclinável
                                                                         ao Tempo

                                                                         distância
                                                                        mudo Vento
                                                                         intraduzível
                                                                          à Memória

                                                                           ausência
                                                                       remota Glória
                                                                       inconfessável
                                                                            à Fala

                                                                             vida
                                                                       silente Bala
                                                                          indizível
                                                                           à Pele


                                                       Sangue que te inviabiliza a Safra:

                                                                             Lavra
                                                                incansáveis corpo, alma
                                                                            insaciável

                                                                             Sanga
                                                        moída magoa ao rumor d´aguas
                                                                             no domingo


                                                                        Transmutação
                                                              que te torna quase o Norte:

                                                                           Terra
                                                            indefiníveis goiabas, cambumbú
                                                                       inconfundível
                                                                          Encanto
                                                        maturação do safú no cacimbo


                                                                           Silêncio
                                                       que te torna Pressentimento:

                                                                             Incenso
                                                            inextricáveis cruzes, terço
                                                                             imperdoável
                                                                               Cálice

                                                               Projecto vencedor da morte
                                                                             na Igreja

                                                                             Damba

                                                                                (…)