Confidence of an Immortal #P.1

I want to shout out loud to the deaf voluntarily

Whoever refuses to listen to me wants to be silent.

This explosive defuses the boy.

Who makes war his beloved ornament.

This ax hurts the obstinate heart

All enchanted to see my person mined.

This extinguisher calms the inflamed spirits

Pretended to injure my lame reputation.

You! Waterproof core, hive without door;

How dare you to swell like that?

For a long time you have been ecstatic with my sobs,

Your blows assail me in my retreat on the island.

My tears drove you like a picturesque fall,

Nevertheless, my Lord liquefies your soldiery.

Your wickedness amplifies my love,

Your ferocity stimulates my affection,

Far from inciting me to reactions of violence,

Your eccentricities rinse my tolerance.

You made my patrimony your medal

And I have always ignored reprisals.

You strut in the sumptuous castles

Whose pillars are we; Beggar with unctuous hearts.

If you knew who hoisted you on this great throne,

You would become a good woman and I would be your patron.

In spite of the hymn on the theft of my due,

My silence keeps you constantly hanging.

Reason duly, do not do the seraph *!

Know that your hegemony is not endless.

(Is it that)

The sky gave me full freedom

Allow me to face you with pride.

You hate me, I agree with my colleague,

But your limits on me are very clear;

Take away my eyes, my soul will see thee,

And he will set you up as he pleases.

Undoubtedly, it is your rights to see me,

Yet you are not likely to have me.

ADAMA KONATE

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