IF LIFE IS A DREAM


If life is a dream

Why torture me?

I can get drunk without remorse

And if I come to stagger

I will fall asleep under the porch of my home

When I wake up a bird sings among the flowers.

I ask him what day we are.

He answers: in the spring,

The season when the bird sings!

I feel strangely moved

And ready to blow me out.

But I return to drink

And I sing all day long

Until the evening moon appears.

And when my songs are silent

I am no longer conscious of what surrounds me.

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Rebellious 

I want to dream about friendship 

Without limit faced with that truncated 

By the saws of interests and the dark corners of these theatrical hearts

Chameleons treacherous, dressed in false pretenses 

They wander at the top of the ladder yet 

And slyly demolish “the little people” 

Summing them to be silent on their manigance.

I want to dream about justice 

Face to that masked by many artifices of nobility of courtyard

Entangled in the folds of false speeches 

Woodcutters rampant in the forest of words 

They prune without concern for the rising sap 

The inner riches of a screaming life 

A recognition of what makes one’s self.

I want to dream simply about everyday life 

Life unhindered and smoothly 

And not to survival 

That makes us this horrible machine of the species called “human”.


ADAMA KONATE