The road to my house is bad
But men who live there are good...

A man should have respect
His case may not accord him that...

It was a meal for seven days;
He ate the meat on Sunday...

Dusk has arrived,
Cover for my game...

A spear
Long...

They say she understands
Body language better...

A is for America,
Land of opportunity...

My little brother,
I sympathize...

It is thirty days since
Agaracha returned...

One tear drop
walked down my cheek...

I am quarreling
With security...

At that hour when day is
Bifurcated from night...