The top of the peaks

At the top of the peaks,

Live our hopes,

Reside our optimism,

There is light.

At the top of the peaks,

Like passing clouds,

Our life goes through this abyss,

In search of the light.

At the top of the peaks,

Our eyes are turning,

To pray, to hope,

To seek the light.

At the top of the peaks,

We must reach it,

Without ever doubting,

The very shadow of light.

And when the mountains,

Will go like clouds,

And when the mountains,

Let the light pass.

Finally, we will have succeeded,

At the top of the peaks.

@etoilesage

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May I be free or sold ?

 

To my Black Brothers and Sisters,

for whom, everyday is a combat against racial prejudice. Each one of you running from our kingdom, for the quest of freedom, education, fortune. When you stand in front of the ocean, reciting your hoping anthem “Shall I live or die”, you already put yourself in a compound situation. From there, you’re not master of your own destiny. Selling and treating like a merchandise by your own neighbor. I’m starting to believe the worst, even an iPhone is worth than our lives. This morning, I watched a documentary diffusing by CNN, “the Libyan selling black migrants in an auction sale.” This is another turning point in the history, we’re making a new one every generation. We as “black people” always have to fight for acceptance, freedom, education, respect. At the end of the day, we are simply fighting to be recognized as Human. Our ancestor have sadly fight but this is still our reality today. That’s why brothers and sisters, before leaving home; look around you. Look at what you’re leaving behind and answer my questions: from who or what are you running from ? ” Shall I live or die?” > “May I be free or sold?”.

I’m watching you.

I’m watching after you.

 

#Free-Migrants #Libya

 

@etoilesage -Adama Konate

26

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.

Road

Somewhere in the world,

A person seeks his way,

In the confines of despair without any idea,

He finds the path of an endless bitterness.

Sadly affected with the evil ideas which follow him,

Obligate to discover an unhappy loneliness,

While crossing its drunken territories,

Appear some painful emotions.

Holding his dreams,

Not showing any emotion,

A blinding force traces its way,

On an immaculate road,

There is a thirst for freedom,

Who only absorbs the goodness of humanity,

Give courage to these orphaned crossroads of gaiety,

Clings to his green dream a road full of mist.


ADAMA KONATE

Confidence of an Immortal Part.2

I consent boastful that you can look at me,
However, it is utopian to keep me.

Do not wait for me in the pitfalls of the turns,

My path is right and devoid of torment.

Do not multiply me by penalties on tortures,

I am an absorbing element of nature.

You will deprive me of walking and studying,

But never to advance, to know and to pray.

You can cut short my health and gas,

But never to my influence and existence.

I do not underestimate your fortress,

I admit that you are as hard as my weakness

As long as you have divorced with pity

To preach the idolatry of enmity.

You have tried in vain to promote the indigestible,

I remain flexible, clairvoyant and modest.

Speak to me I remain an eloquent mute.

Visit my ego, discover a conscious madman.

Wolves follow your animosity,

The world melts, so you sell your fraternity.

Take back your conscience, do not kill the immortal,

Who speaks to you is not a man as such.

Intimate antagonist; Do not persist,

It is high time to get rid of the wrong steps.

You have made yourself ladder of the poor subordinates,

Let them climb, do not make them look dull,

Do not block your stifled voices

Of those in boiling oil are heated.

Be sagacious and perspicacious to find that:

Humanism will only cost you altruism.

Wildness is woven with selfishness.

Submission to the law is a precious gift.

Honor and glory crown pardon.

With amenity one can be tamed

Thus will occur the expected unity.

As for my ancestors whose life you shortened,

I have made a clean sweep of every crime committed.

I forgave you.


ADAMA KONATE

Path

I have the memory of feeling the heavy pace,

Weighed down by the sadness of living beings,

Guessing in the mist of a small morning,

The shadow of Humans screwed, tightened by grief.

Very high perched, at the top of a guardian tree,

In this valley, from an american village,

A gray dove, moaning her song,

By cooing, to the pilgrims, uniting.

The funeral march begins. In crescendo.

They walk, family, friends on my back.

The air is torn. A thousand tears sobbed,

By the child of man, now deceased.

Held by six porters with a vaulted shoulder,

Folded under the weight of the wooden studded coffin.

It is for the loved one, this setting in the ground,

This right to the chaplain and to his prayers.

For this memory, the date and the name,

On the stele, engraved plaque, the inscription.

A place to offer for recollection,

To the children of the present time and of a future time.

I am by whom come the departed,

I was born of the first mortal buried,

I am forged with forgotten imprints,

I am a path, both land and gravel.

By forced passages of tried people,

I have grown, worn out, over the years,

In two furrows, generated by strides.

I am way, at once, Earth and Sacred.


ADAMA KONATE

FEVER

Words come to me in the darkness,

To describe the darkness of my mind,

These sombre phrases reach me in the cavity,

Am I lost in my sobriety ?

On this endless paths, I lose all hope,

A day to cajole me the end of this crossed,

Who often deprived me of a smile, and kept me awake,

In those nights where the stars its dull, courage in disgrace.

Insomnia reigns supreme,

Your brain in search of sleep desperately,

Find comfort in acidulated liquid,

To lighten your eyelids so that it closes easily.

So that you may sleep in delusion,

That tomorrow will be a day of renewal,

 to consider other options.


ADAMA KONATE

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