Testament by Amadou Elimane Kane

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I will weave for you, Astou, my princess

A lappa of rays in the depths of my calabash,

And dig in the most creative corner of my words,

Far from appearances and leaden glances

A pyramid of joy, of plaited light

Where you will free yourself, a woven papyrus.

With my fertile heart, nourished by a pure ray

Totally keyed to original rhymes

I will make for your gaze an infinite calabash

I know how to weave you a cloth of lunar rays

Which will enfold you and brighten you

To dodge the whole human comedy

Come then!

The pyramid is your sacred place.