Monday, May 29, 2006

Listen, more often

to things than to beings…



Those who have died have never never left.

The dead are not under the earth...



They are in the rustling trees.

They are in the groaning woods.

They are in the crying grass.

They are in the moaning rocks…



The dead have a pact with the living.





lyrics adapted from the Birago Diop

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