Laurence and Mary
Were two lovers...

On that hill
songs by a humming bird...

Our frienship is forgotten
Stashed away like rear boxes...

Like salt on an earthworm
Is bad news...

The priest is in the chapel
Praying...

You want to succeed
But care less about the success...

The dawn is welcome
After black long hours...

I think of my Africa
Black woman of mettle...

A sigh from the heart
Alarms me; it is...

You are lonely,
You swoon in melancholy...

The feeling of deep thought is solemn
Melancholy spirits are the sea...

The sun casts its fierce eye
On the swarthy lad...