I saw a little girl walking down the street carrying her whole life in her head.
I asked others for her name, they knew her only as ti madam.
On second glance she was not a girl but a woman.
She had all the desires of a girl and the passions of tigress.
She was trapped by her circumstance, a creature of circumstance.
Still a bird without flight, a butterfly in a cocoon, a young bribe without a lover.
Her black waist long hair flowing down the mountains,
an unexplored country, hidden in mystery.
How I desire to explore her forbidden rolling mountains, her ravines, her
hidden thoughts awakening,
Open eyed, blushing lips are just part of the seduction of your charms
Your crowded thoughts, As the sun light descent
She is April, as I am December
You will never, if only…
Oh some wishes can never be realized…
Haiti
