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        Day and night are yours.

Hours, minutes,seconds make the law.

For my part, I only have my faith; says a wise to Marie.

We have faith only when we believe in it, do you believe in it ?

Monkeys adore dancing to the sounds of the tam-tam.

         So let the tam-tam play!🥁

   (One believes, when one sees it)

        Belief before perspicacity.

Believe me, my dear daughter;

I saw monkeys dancing without a drum.

LOVE & WEAKNESS

My beauty, 

comfort me this evening. 

I am dying of love;

I need you to live until the day.

Should someone reproach me

For having towards you the heart harder than rock

To have left you, mistress,

To follow the Queen,

Beggar I do not know what 

That the vulgar call a largesse ?

Rather perish honor, shortness, and wealth,

That for goodness I never leave you,

My belle.

Often it only takes a tear of you, God listens to me.

The mouth is silent

To hear the heart speak.

Nothing makes us so great than a great pain. 

But, to be attained, do not believe, O poet.

To deceive his mistress, or overcome its weakness. 

Succumb, or fight incessantly.

God speaks, we have to answer. 

Forgive me if I always shake to have a weakness.

Do you love me again ?


ADAMA KONATE

“THE WISE WOMAN”

Today Lord, 

I learned that you love another woman,And I come, desperate, to bid you farewell.

 One last time,

Pour the same wine into our two cups.

One last time, sing the song

Which speaks of a dead bird under the snow.

Then I will embark on the Hudson River

Whose waters divide

To flow east and west.

Why do you cry, Belle. Who hurt you?

You may marry a man with a faithful heart,

A man who will repeat to you sincerely:

“I only have eyes for you…”


ADAMA KONATE 

“THE QUIET RIVER”

Beyond the orchard which borders the bank, 

the vaporous chariot of the queen of shadows rises and whitens the horizon. 

Our boat slips on the quiet river 

While my friend sleeps, her hand in the water. 

A butterfly slipped on her shoulder, beat her wings and then flew

For a longtime, I watched him. 

It was heading towards the Cleveland mountain.

Was it a butterfly, or the dream that my friend had just made?


ADAMA KONATE