It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint. Aime Cesaire barkbeneathcry Change image and share on social
Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze. Aime Cesaire breezeevenreason Change image and share on social
I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular, rich with all the particulars there are, the deepening of each particular, the coexistence of them all. Aime Cesaire coexistencedeepenidea Change image and share on social
Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge. Aime Cesaire beargreatknowledge Change image and share on social
