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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.

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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.

Daddy’s son

The disease knocked on our door
Now we must fight it

Without being dominated

And above all it is necessary to keep the morale.

It’s very hard not to cry

About what has just happened to us

The fear of a day seeing my father leave

Is painful and unreal ..

My heart is crying and my eyes are bleeding

I hate deep inside me

I want to take his pain

To relieve him of his illness.

It is believed that it only happens to others

But it is only illusion

It’s hard to get a slap

From which there will be sequelae ..

He cries for his pains

And me of my hatred

He cries for his illness

And me of my fear ..

Rise is to decide

Let me replace you

I’ll take your pain

So that you can find happiness 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 WALKING GIRL”

When the breeze swells your two silk robes, 
You look like a goddess clothed in clouds. 

When you pass, the flowers of the mulberry trees breathe you. 

When you carry lilacs that you have gathered, they tremble with joy. 

Circles of gold hug your ankles. Blue stones gleam at your belt. 

A bird of jade has made its nest in your hair. 

The roses of your cheeks are placed in the immense pearls of your necklace.

 When you look at me, I see the river flow. 

When you speak to me, I hear the music of the wind of my country. 

When a rider meets you, at dusk, He believes that it is already the dawn and immobilizes his horse. 

When a beggar sees you, he forgets his hunger.

“THE SHADOW OF A LEAF OF ROSES”


Alone in her room, A girl embroideres silk flowers.

When, suddenly, she hears the sound of a distant flute … 

She shudders. 

She imagines a young man talking to her about love.

Through the paper from the window, 

The shadow of a leaf of rose bushes rests on her lap … 

She closes her eyes and dreams that a hand tears her dress.