“ It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint. Aime Cesaire
“ Prospero, you are the master of illusion.Lying is your trademark.And you have lied so much to me(Lied about the world, lied about me)That you have ended by imposing on meAn image of myself.Underdevelo… Aime Cesaire
“ Écoutez le monde blanchorriblement las de son effort immenseses articulations rebelles craquer sous les étoiles duresses raideurs d'acier bleu transperçant la chair mystiqueécoute ses victoires prodit… Aime Cesaire
