POEM: "HOPE". Poet: Adama Konate, the black child from Mali

POEM:
"HOPE"

Poem by Adama Konate (konate.adama88@yahoo.fr)
African poet from Mali. My friend.
　

"The black blind child
is away from her mother

Poverty is a burden
And the world, so vast
And the world, so small

Life is a fight
And humans beings are the fighters
And life, that is looking, what does it think?

Oh life, why so much division?
Oh life, why one hundred thousand paths and one single bridge?
O life, where is the true path that leads to God?

Unity is Strength

Adventure does not need dignity

The young man who lived a different life,
The young man who crossed a hundred villages
Is the equal of an old man who lived a hundred years.

The one who is alive will see many things...

The black African child follows its destiny in Brazil
and around the world
O my black African mother, so far and so close!

Every woman, black and white, are like the sea
The good woman comes from a good family.

The adventure is a nostalgia, made of sadness and joy
For once, Time is behind everything

It's the sweat of the body that gives us the water of Life.

Help, and then the sky will help you!

The good woman is from a good family.
The good child is the son, or daughter, of a good woman

It something comes and destroys your life, 
Don't worry
We'll begin to build it again,  
Somewhere else.

And so, without saying a word to anyone,
you will not become a man like the others,
but a great man.

Oh good life, that gives an egg to make an ox...

Let us put all of our hopes in God!

This african child will not forget Arsenal da Esperança, in Brazil, never!

Thanks indeed, Arsenal da Esperança,
for providing shade and shelter to the poor.

Thank you, really, to all teachers, 
for opening the eyes and ears of the illiterate.

I Really thank you, a thousand times, dear Sonia,
for helping me communicate with people.

I Really thank you, Alexandre,
for offering dictionaries and books to the students.

These good deeds will never be lost!

But...
 
What would it be of the black child tomorrow?

 
Poet:
The African black child from Mali
Adama Konate
São Paulo,
October 2012.

 Adama at his friend's house.

 Mrs. Sônia teaching for Adama and 2 other students.

 The class, with Mrs. Sônia Altomar and Mr. Antenor Rovida, who went on humanitarian mission on Haiti many times. Each time he goes to Haiti, he stays there for at least, 4 months.

 Régis and Renato playing Vivaldi for the class. Intruments are all made by them, with recycled material.
Check it out at:
http://alaude.webnode.com/galeria-de-fotos/#a2012-03-02-07-46-34-288-jpg

 The class.

 Gerard Dorisca, 49 years old, learning to read in Portuguese.

Brazilian flag. Brazil: Land where all dreams are possible.