ÀBÍKÉ Those who say the sky is dark when we sail should wait for the return of the hurricane You are the reason why i live to write these endless verses The snail also dreams only that the hare knows the tricks of the road No bird dares the three roads only the vulture hears the language of sacrifice. Those who say your words are rivers of tears and the moon is just a web of darkness must dance to the flute of death We are beyond the destiny of a sorcerer that stutters before the wind Those who hearken to the secrets of this wall should prepare to murmur and walk on the deserted streets where mad men learn to sing and dance The poet does not die without leaving his footprints Àbíké, We speak again, tonight on this hill of remembrance.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 23:03:58 +0000
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