L'age et l'education ne sont
jamais signes de sagesse. Au
contraire, le monde pillule
des diplomolatres qui, en
realite, ne savent rien de
ce qu'ils disent connaitre.
Que faire pour pallier a ce
danger qui guette notre
monde?
ARTICLE du 19/04/2011 23:34:48 Up on this Mountain
A bench found set on the side of the road
Filled with visitors
A dialogue goes on, but no word is said
A voice comes from the darkness of woods
It is the voice of a young man
Following a honeymooner
False hope founded on false sight
What we see of our eyes is but only shade
Who is standing, but never shows her head?
I desire to experiment, but fear stands before
She gives no heed, but stops going her way
The bystanders shake their heads and smile at the man
He pays no heed and follows her footprints
No sign of hope comes for him, so he decides to go back
The mountain in its calmness stays with its pride
The hills cannot utter a word, so they burn in fire
No flight can move, for the smoke covers the sky.
Then behind the grass lies a black veil
No cares for his “blinks”, she has found a new moon
Then all together, the unending yields its right
What’s calm moves
The wind shakes the sand
And the past takes a new name
It is the name of those unnamed
The forgotten hero of a war without battle
If the mountain skips, then go through the ramp
If the ramp is slippery, then resign for a new ship
Do not stay on roads, lest shame covers your back
Do not hide in the woods, lest bears move your head
Those who think to love have found empty replies
They think to be hated, but nothing really to mean
If you cannot be a lion, try to be a bear
Our journeys never end, for we never see our end
Those who see our end say it is worth waiting in peace
If being a prince makes you move around
Remove your eyes from plants, for they can wither with sun
Do not pick rocks, for they never change in time
Your own heart fills with pity for you to crave
I have come to this mountain,
But did not find what it means
I would love to go down,
But there is nobody to hold
My eyes grow dim for hope is fainting
What used to be for my heart is seen in other people’s hands
My hands still weak can but only shake like cold
That makes me say a word, but for whom to hear?
That makes me make a sign, but never a signal
Nobody knows the code
Alone in a land, alone on a bench
Sitting on a grass, in healthy distance
Looking to the west, for night has stopped my sighs
Jacob Onyumbe.
July 10, 2009
ARTICLE du 17/01/2010 02:26:56 Look at these in our picture book
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