And at dawn, the drums still beat on the sleepless plain like an unstoppable heart.
As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head. - Jacques Roumain
As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head.
- Jacques Roumain
The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings whil… - Jacques Roumain
The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings whil…
And at dawn, the drums still beat on the sleepless plain like an unstoppable heart. - Jacques Roumain
At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But it rains cats and dogs in the mountains, an… - Jacques Roumain
At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But it rains cats and dogs in the mountains, an…
Experience is the cane of the blind. - Jacques Roumain
Experience is the cane of the blind.
A tree is made to live in peace in the color of day and in friendship with the sun, the wind and the rain. Its roots plunge in thefat fermentation of… - Jacques Roumain
A tree is made to live in peace in the color of day and in friendship with the sun, the wind and the rain. Its roots plunge in thefat fermentation of…
Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't hav… - Jacques Roumain
Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't hav…
The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas' mysterious routes back to his native Guinea. Meanwhile, the fe… - Jacques Roumain
The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas' mysterious routes back to his native Guinea. Meanwhile, the fe…
Peasants are a rude lot, and hard: life has hardened their hearts, but they are thick and awkward only in appearance; you have to know them. No one i… - Jacques Roumain
Peasants are a rude lot, and hard: life has hardened their hearts, but they are thick and awkward only in appearance; you have to know them. No one i…
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