MARDI 29 Mars 2005 .- "LE COIN DE CARL PARLANT ET ÉCRIT, DE TOUT ET DE RIEN," DANS UN VERBE D’ARC-EN-CIEL.
Bonjour Miami, ses alentours et les "internôtres" qui écoutent à travers le monde. CHAQUE JOUR EST À LUI SEUL UNE VIE. Dieu, le travail et la liberté. Et bonjour, bonjour la vie, bonjour l’amour, pourquoi pas? Moi’j vais bien et’j m’habitue.
Le "Coin de Carl" est de retour après un fructueux séjour en Haiti et en République Dominicaine.
AVIS À TOUS LES "INTERNÔTRES." J’ai recu plus de 15 mille messages pendant mon absence et des centaines d’appels téléphoniques. Je ne suis malheureusement pas en mesure de les répondre tous.
Comme je l’ai souvent dit je n’ai pas le staff de Georges W. Bush. Le "Coin de Carl" reprend lentement la routine de tous les jours, et cela prendra quelques semaines avant de retourner à la normalité.
Je remercie pour vos messages d’amitiés, suggestions, sympathies et autres. Sans vous "Le Coin de Carl" n’a pas sa raison d’être. J’ai malheureusement effacé la plupart de ces messages par mégarde. Prière de m’excuser et me les renvoyer si vous n’avez pas eû de réponses.
LA PENSÉE DU JOUR
La joie est le nerf de toutes les affaires humaines
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RECU DE JEAN-CLAUDE BOURRAINE, UN AMI SINCÈRE DU
CDC .
Carl,
Je sais que tu reçois plus de courriels qu’il n'est humainement possible de lire, mais je suis bien obligé d’y ajouter «a short one», car je ne saurais risquer de paraître indifférent aux progrès du CDC.
Compliments pour le nouveau visage de ton site. Bien entendu, je n’avais rien à reprocher au précédant, mais je suis partisan du changement, quand il va de l'avant. Il est nécessaire de changer de « look » de temps à autre. Qui n’avance pas recule.
J’espère, Carl, que ton séjour a été des plus agréable et fructueux. Tu nous as bien manqué ici à Miami.
Welcome back !
Jean-Claude Bourraine
RECU DE L’HONORABLE VITER JUSTE, UN HAITIEN AUTHENTIQUE QUI SE PASSE DE PRÉSENTATION.
Mon cher Carl
Depuis des mois, une augmentation des ans emmenant avec elle la diminution accélérée des facultés visuelles, une capacité de concentration diminuée et bien d’autres m’ont tenu éloigné de l’ordinateur.
Prenant prétexte de vos annonces de déplacements, je passai plusieurs jours éloignés de ce passe temps favori.
Ce soir de Pâques, me rappelant certains textes inachevés, je m’assis face à mon cerveau électronique. Avant d’arriver aux textes en souffrance, je consultai mon e-mail et à ma grande surprise je tombe sur l’irresistible carl@fombrun.com. Je m’y jetai pour y passer la plus grande partie de la soirée.
C’est pas la peine de te questionner sur ton séjour a Santo Domingo et en Mère Patrie. Tu as tout dit. Et juste entre nous ce que tu n’as pas dit je le devine. Non, cher Carl, tu es devenu indispensable à notre communauté. Privé de CDC, tes lecteurs et lectrices sont aux abois. Ils l’ont prouvé dans leur message. Il ne manquait que les pleurs. Et c’est tant mieux.
Je profite de ton retour tant attendu pour remercier mon vieil ami Max Manigat pour ses mots élogieux à mon égard lors de ses éclaircissements sur la provenance des mots créoles marassa et mulâtre.
Carl! Fais moi une confidence. De quel matériel la nature t' a-t-elle faconné? A ton age je me considerais aussi comme rude travailleur, bon viveur, bon danseur avec les qualités et péchés y relatifs. Mais avec toi, pas de comparaison.
Reprends le boulot, mon cher Carl, car dans ton attente, « LE TEMPS AVAIT SUSPENDU SON VOL. »
Vive l'amitié, vive la joie du coeur pendant qu'il est encore temps, vive la Vie !
Toujours,
Viter
RECU DE EMELINE ALEXIS, UNE COUSINE DE LA GRANDE FAMILLE HAITIENNE.
Merci Carl de rapeller a mes chers cousins et cousines qu'Haiti existe et aussi qu'Haiti VIVRA.
Bon retour.
Cousine Emeline
RECU DE L’ARTISTE-PEINTRE GUY FLEURY, Consultant sur l’Art haitien et photographe.
Mon cher Carl,
L’art est une force synonyme à celle de la force divine. Il peut retarder ou faire avancer un pays quand ce dernier ignore sa propre culture et s’adonne à d’autres choses importées, et les conséquences seront négatives certes, un fait naturel. Et un pays qui dépend de sa culture au premier lieu arrive toujours à ouvrir la porte de l’ Univers.
Les hommes vraiment cultivés demandent à la nation haitienne de faire un retour à notre culture avec sincérité. On verra le résultat. Je vous envoie la photo de mon tableau baptisé "Diaspora."
Votre serviteur,
Guy Fleury
RECU DE DANIEL BONCY, New York.
Depuis un demi siècle près, Haiti, ma patrie, est en chute libre. Les démons de la terre semblent coaliser pour la jeter au gouffre. Et aucun bras miraculeux ne nous garde du désastre. De nos vertus, on a fait un autodafe.
On parle de patriotisme, de notre dignité de peuple comme des rêves vécus, un chiffon qui flotte dans l’air parmi l’insouciance, le pragamatisme, le mercantilisme et l’inconscience de nos compatriotes. Règles, principes, lois, décence élémentaire…hélas! Plus rien ne va chez nous. Haiti est en chute libre.
Il y a longtemps que nous réclamons justice aux noms des victimes à Jérémie. Des coupables de ce crime odieux sont toujours libres. Ils se pavanent, audacieux, arrogants, riants de tout, assurés semblent-ils de l’impunité, de la tolérance des grands.
On se demande. Perplexe, quelle main protège le nommé Gérard Brunache, dit Gérard Brunache ti-zorèy. Ce sanguinaire qui planta le couteau au sein de Régine, une fillette d’une année, fille des époux Jean Claude et Graziella Sansaricq, assassinés également le même jour.
Quelle main tolère le nommé Abel Jérôme, capitaine en 1964 à Jérémie, officiant les Vêpres dans cette ville? Cet Abel Jérôme déclare attendre l’instruction de l’affaire pour produire le dossier, dûment signé, affirmant la complicité, la participation de certains Jérémiens connus, au massacre de 1964.
Il n’y a pas de prescription pour les crimes contre l’humanité. Qui-a-t’il donc de commun entre ces criminels et le pouvoir, qui justifie oubli ou tolérance? Gérard Brunache et Abel Jérôme circulent librement. , arrogants, audacieux, se sachant tolérés, mais puant de cadavres et de crimes.
Nous réclamons justice. Mais la justice, chez nous, se fait attendre, se fait prier.
Nous voulons savoir si ce Gérard Brunache est parent de Pierre Michel Brunache, beau-fils et secrétaire de Boniface Alexandre, l’actuel président du gouvernement provisoire. Et vous, M. le Premier Ministre Gérard Latortue, avez vous un mot à dire, même pour l’histoire ?
Daniel Boncy
RECU DU DR. ROGER QUALO
Ce 26 mars 2005
Hello Carl,
Comment ça va? Excuse moi d'être bref sur la bienséance.
Commentant sur l'émission de la Fusion Sacramentelle, j'ai retenu quelques points que je vais discuter ou opiner dessus, dans les lignes qui suivent:
Mr. Luc (Luco) Jasmin désapprouve les récentes remarques du professeur Durand sur la conjoncture actuelle qu'il qualifie d'être trop optimiste. De mon avis, le professeur Durand a essayé de créer de la réassurance, dans une situation qui "paraît" désepérée, et ceci peut contribuer à calmer les esprits, avant les futures élections.
D'autre part, Mr Jasmin a parlé de la "tête ensemble", ce que j'ai désigné de "but surordinal", dans le chapitre I des Mobiles Inconscients.... sous les sous-titre "Modelage des Attitudes: Racine des Préjugés: Fin et Renaissance des Préjugés". Je reproduis, ici, ce texte:
La Fin et la Renaissance des Préjugés en Haïti
Le but surordinal est celui qui ne peut être réalisé sans la coopération des divers groupes ou des diverses couches sociales qui luttent pour sa réalisation. En 1803, les généraux de valeur, que furent Pétion, Christophe, Dessalines, Clerveaux, Geffrard, Vernet, Toussaint Brave, Romain, Cangé, Gérin et Gabart, avaient, tous, la confiance de leurs hommes et des groupes sociaux auxquels ils s’identifièrent. Combinant leurs efforts, ces généraux réalisèrent l’indépendance d’HaÏti, ce but surordinal, qui fut loin d’avoir été l’oeuvre d’un seul homme ou d’un seul groupe social.
On peut chercher, dans la carence en buts surordinaux, l’origine des multiples convulsions politico-sociales qu’a connues le pays depuis son indépendance. Au lendemain de celle-ci, en effet, le culte de la fierté de classe et l‘identification des protagonistes à leur groupe ravivèrent les anciennes dissensions.
J'ai, également, mis en garde contre l'abus de l'attitude ou du comportement qui s'en rapporte, dans un texte sous-titré "L'Union Fait la Force" du chapitre II: "La Surenchère des Valeurs Facistes".
Enfin, je regrette que Mr Gary Ford ne se soit pas abstenu, dans la Fusion Sacramentelle de ce samedi matin, de remarques négatives, comme le manque de tête et de responsabilité de l'haïtien dont il a fait mention. Il a été, auparavant, un si bel orateur.
Sincèrement,
Roger. PAGE UNIVERSITAIRE
CONDENSÉ DE CHRISTIAN GODEFROY
Nous avons tous un désir d'éternité. Nous pensons que nous valons mieux que cette courte vie sur terre et nous espérons qu'elle se prolongera, d'une manière ou d'une autre, jusqu'à la fin des temps.
C'est peut être parce que nous avons une idée préconçue de l'infini : car sur terre aussi, pendant cette vie, nous pouvons imprimer à nos actes, à nos oeuvres, la marque de l'éternité. Une oeuvre d'art n'est elle pas une pièce d'éternité ? Un livre ? Une histoire ?
Qu'attendez-vous pour créer et vous prolonger dans votre création?
"Il n'y a pas "d'instant sacré". Chaque instant est sacré. Ainsi
vous vivez dans l'éternité et dans la vie."
Un Véritable Ami ~
Un ami ordinaire ne vous a jamais vu pleurer.
Un véritable ami a eu les épaules humides de vos pleurs.
Un ami ordinaire ne connaît pas le prénom de vos parents.
Un ami ordinaire amène une bouteille de vin à votre fête.
Un ami véritable vient avant pour vous donner un coup de main et après - pour vous aider à ranger.
Un ami ordinaire est contrarié que vous l'appeliez quand il est déjà au lit.
Un ami véritable vous demande avec inquiétude pourquoi vous n'avez pas pu l'appeler avant.
Un ami ordinaire aime parler avec vous de vos problèmes.
Un ami véritable aime vous aider à les résoudre.
Un ami ordinaire, lorsqu'il vous rend visite, se comporte en invité.
Un ami véritable ouvre le frigo et se sert.
Un ami ordinaire pense que votre amitié est finie après que vous vous soyez querellé.
Un ami véritable sait qu'une amitié se trempe dans une querelle et en ressort plus forte.
Un ami ordinaire s'attend à ce que vous soyez toujours là pour lui.
Un ami véritable est toujours là pour vous.
Un ami véritable ? Celui qui reste à vos côtés lorsque tout le monde vous a abandonné.
POSITIVE QUOTE OF THE DAY
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There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lie happiness.
-- Gelett Burgess
FROM SERGE RODRIGUE
Hello "Don' Carl:
Good to hear from you. We missed you at the movie premiere of "Lords of Miami." We went to support you and a lot of other fans of yours were also there in support of the "Don". Eveline and I really enjoyed the movie and you truly did an excellent job.....as Hollywood agents would put it you "carried" the movie, it would not have been "The Lords of Miami" if it had not been for your stellar acting abilities.
Again, we congratulate you for always putting yourself second for the better of the Haitian people as a whole. You truly are a rarity in our Community.
Serge Rodrigue
"Baby Don" in training
FROM DR. FLORENCE BELLANDE ROBERTSON
Cher Carl,
Welcome Back! It was nice to see you in Haiti and do a "twirl"
at the lovely wedding of Samantha & Patrice. It always warms the heart to be with family and friends. I am pleased to know that your sojourn in Haiti and the DR was interesting and productive.
Amitiés,
Florence
FOUNDATION HOPE FOR HAITI, INC.,
would enjoy the pleasure of your company on Saturday, the Ninth of April at 6.30 in the evening at Our Annual Gala, an Evening of Dancing and Dining. Silent Auction of fine Haitian Art Featuring the World Music Group N’DIDGENOUS, at The Eden Roc Hotel, 4525 Collins Avenue, Miami Beach, Florida.
Your tax deductible contribution of $100.00 will benefit Community Development Projects in Haiti and the Diaspora Fund.
For information call: 954 439-6089 or 954 646-3020 or go to www.foundationhopeforhaiti.org info@foundationhopefor haiti.org
FLORENCE BELLANDE ROBERTSON, Ph.D.
FROM RAFAEL A. VELAZQUEZ
Dear Carl:
It's done! Below, you'll find my latest short story, "Changing Truths." Hope you'll enjoy it. I look forward to reading and/or hearing your comments and suggestions.
Regards,
Rafael.
Rafael A. Velasquez, J.D. 345 Ocean Drive #303 Miami Beach, FL 33139 tel. (305) 695-0055 fax.(305) 695-0055 cell.(305)303-9098 ravell@mindspring.com
CHANGING TRUTHS
by Rafael A. Velasquez (March 2005)
She was so passionate, so, so passionate. I still remember the look on her face when she told me the first time that she loved me. There had never been anyone like her and I’m sure that there will not be anyone like her again. So intense - her kisses, her touch, her love, just so intense. I’ll never be able to kiss another woman with the infinite devotion that I dedicated to Danielle.
"FULL…is how I enjoy my sex!" she had said. "Selfish lovers who cannot transition from f…ing to passionate sex don’t cut it for me."
"I understand," I had answered, inevitably aroused and fascinated by Danielle’s bluntness. She would say things that most people don’t dare think about.
"I have come to realize that this ‘creation of a moment’ can only be achieved with emotional maturity. Some men are afraid to give themselves in sex for fear that the woman will think that he has fallen in love."
She was so brutally honest and outspoken and I loved her for it. Danielle looked at me with a quick smile on her face. Then she said, "I would hope he has, fallen in love with the moment. In the end, it is merely sex, but in the moment, ah the moment, it is lust, love, passion, want, desperation and limitless desire. Do you understand what I mean?" she asked with a frowning face.
"Absolutely," I assured her. "It’s true; many of us men consider sex not only as pleasure, but also as a direct challenge to our manhood. It’s all in the mind! That’s probably one main reason for many sexual failures. It’s that fear." I said.
Danielle leaned back into her chair and gave me a mischievous smile. "Well, most of the times, I enjoyed it," she said. "So often our lives are passed, unlived in, kept up, neat and tidy but completely void of emotion and reflection. Even sad love is good love. It’s like fine wine or cheap beer that our taste buds identify without mistake, never forgotten."
I tried to remain calm and in full control of my senses, but I must admit that this was not an easy task.
"Most go through life as shadows of themselves." She said. "I have never been one of these. I have always lived my life to the fullest welcoming everything that comes my way. Love and heartache."
I raised my glass of Merlot and said, "Danielle, let’s toast on this one! Let’s toast on all the loves and all the heartaches that we’ve felt! Let’s be thankful for the intensity of life that we were able to experience and for the love that we can share because of this!" Cheerfully, she raised her glass and toasted with me.
About twenty minutes later I was stretching Danielle’s arms out on her bed and licking her breasts, shoulders, and neck, passionately kissing her lips and face. She loved me to be in charge, but could only take so much, before she’d unwrap herself and roll over on top of me.
Looking at her I would say, "I’m sure that you must be suffering from some sort of suppressed inferiority syndrome. You’re so crazy!" Nothing compared to the love I shared with Danielle.
It was not only a physical, but also a highly spiritual experience. It was as if our souls united and left this world. Together we discovered the universal language of the soul that was not communicated through words, but rather through one’s eyes, kisses, and touch. Suddenly, we noticed that words were only the poor attempt to translate the expressions of one’s soul. However, they simply couldn’t come close to the soul’s rich dictionary, and consequently many expressions remained without translation. While words can stand for lies and hypocrisies, our souls cannot. They’re pure and free of corruption by the mind.
Sure, Danielle was no virgin. Honestly spoken, I didn’t even want to think about the number of men that she had been with. Out of the window were all my dreams of an untouched bride. There she was, beautiful, gorgeous, but defiant of all the moral principles that I had been raised with. And that’s where my doubts came in.
Women weren’t supposed to be like this! As a child, I had learned that women were innately sensitive and emotional and men rather harsh and rational. I also understood that men always had to be "gentlemen" to show their altruistic generosity with the weaker sex.
Men were born to be hunters, providers, and decision-makers, while women were born to be mothers, caretakers, and peacemakers. It was unwritten, but natural law that women would be in charge of the home, while men were the household leaders and representatives to the public. The more women a man seduced the greater his public standing. What a "stud!" The more men a woman gave into the lower her public standing. What a "slut!"
But then there was Danielle! How could I possibly fall in love with a woman who did not only contradict everything I believed in, but moreover ridiculed it! She did not even try to hide her promiscuous past, but instead openly admitted that she "lived life to the fullest welcoming everything that came her way." Thinking about it, I pulled my hair in desperate confusion.
To both of us it had to be obvious that we belonged to different schools of thought and generations of morals. While I was "old school" and believed in a man’s traditional provider and leader role, Danielle came from a "new school" of emancipation and equality that believed in a woman’s self-determination through societal independence.
I can’t count the number of times that I had to bite my tongue when talking to her. I still remember how she would laugh and say, "My intense Ricardo, you say I’m nuts, ha! You’re just as crazy."
Then, on other occasions she would be deeply serious and say, "I have picked apart our situation a million different ways, and each time I find more questions than answers."
Picking up my hands, she would insist, "Ricardo, I am having a hard time convincing my logical self that this in fact is reality. Things simply do not add up! You clearly state the attributes you find love-worthy in a woman. How, I ask, do you then end up with me?"
I remained silent because I didn’t know what to answer. What could I have answered to her burning questions that reached to the bottom of my being? They worried me as they worried her. The cold spirits of doubt are the worst advisers to a person’s soul. They love to destroy, but never construct solutions. They eat away all your self-confidence and convert you into an emotional wreck, incapable of believing anything.
Truth was that Danielle was controversial in many aspects, but nobody could deny that she was brilliant. She could read me like an elementary school book. Concerned, she’d say,
"Ricardo, we are both head-strong and unyielding in certain areas and this worries me. It is often said that the things you are first attracted to in a mate are the same things you grow to dislike in the long run. Can you truly love me, just the way I am? Not fixing me, or molding me to your liking, but accepting and loving me as is?"
Again, what could I respond to those tormenting questions to which I simply didn’t have an answer. Doubts, doubts, doubts. Stop! I had to put an end to this and make a rational decision. I owed it not only to Danielle, but also to myself to get in harmony with existence.
Although she had this stupid tendency to make fun of my most fundamental moral principles, I knew that I could rely on her blindly. I never needed to second-guess her decisions. No doubt, Danielle was intellectually as competent as I was, and she was a kind-hearted and good person as well. I knew that she would always act in our best interest. If she didn’t like something she’d say it. Danielle called things as she saw them. I also couldn’t BS her. It wouldn’t take her long and to find out. I didn’t even want to think about her potential retaliation in case she would ever catch me cheating.
Danielle did not have the slightest understanding for the "male hunter’s concept." No matter how hard I tried, she would not buy into the theory that men were naturally driven to mate with different women. She also would not accept my elaborate psychoanalytical explanation that for men the slightest physical stimulation was sufficient, while women usually needed some sort of emotional attachment to a person before manifesting mutual consent and engaging in sexual intercourse.
"Bullshit!" She would say. "Stop it! End of discussion!" Generally, I would only laugh embarrassed, and then proceed to change the topic.
And she knew so well how to break me with her feminine charm; she’d kiss my face, caress my hair and explain,
"I never thought I could find myself drawn on so many levels to a man like you." With tears in her eyes she’d continue, "Yes, you have qualities that to many woman are staples. You are intelligent, sexy, ambitious, and even dominant in a manly, protector sort of way. But while all these things hold a value for me, they are similar to words on a paper; changeable, re-writeable."
She looked firmly into my eyes and continued,
"It is not any of these simple qualities that draw me to you. I dare say a multitude of men that I have met in my lifetime exhibited them, yet none of them moved me quite the way you do."
Once again, she would leave me speechless. How could she? On one hand call me an "intelligent, sexy, and ambitious man," but on the other dare talking about the "multitude of men that she had met." Thinking about the dichotomy of her words, I simply felt incapable to say a word.
Sometimes, Danielle would even directly challenge me. With crazy, piercing eyes, she would ask provocatively,
"Who do you think you are? Tell me, Ricardo. Who do you think you are? You are not any better or any worse than I am. Do you really believe that it makes you any better if you hypocritically preach morals, that you don’t practice yourself? Sometimes, you’re just another stupid, shallow Macho fool! Please give me a break!"
But still, I was crazy about her. Crazy about her deep brown eyes, her long black hair, her athletic tanned body, her firm breasts, and her uniquely charming smile. From the day I met her, I began to see the world in different colors. With her, finally, I began to consider options. Options to my truths, as I had known them thus far.
Then, one night when serving dessert, she said,
"Never did it occur to me that someone could walk into my life, uninvited and unexpected yet not unwelcome who could make such an impact so immediately. How long have we known each other? Yet, I feel I have known you forever!"
Three months. Yes, we had known each other for three months only. But that didn’t matter, because what mattered was how we felt for each other. And then suddenly, everything became clear to me. I looked at the lovely "tres-leches" dessert on the table, looked up to Danielle and answered,
"Yes, forever, our souls have known each other forever. It’s just that our bodies had to find each other in a world of strangers."
Danielle, walked up to me and gently kissed my face, "I love you," she whispered.
The next day, I took Danielle for a long walk on the beach and proposed that she become my wife. Six months later we married.
"Through good and bad times," we promised, kissed and shared a moment in eternity. She looked into my eyes like she had never done before. Without words, our souls became one. We were holding hands as we turned to our families, friends, and the world. Proudly, we accepted the challenge of life - together.
LLe pido a dios, y acaso
Después de mucho tiempo Vuelvo a tomar una pluma Para escribir mis versos Que nacen para ti...
Y este suspiro profundo Que sale de mi pecho... Va rasgando el infinito Para llegar a ti.
Amor, que está lejano Y cercano a la vez Que toca mis sentidos, Que me hace fallecer, Que rasga mis vestidos, Y mi alma también...
Amor, amor... Que rozas mi piel Desnudando mi alma Que vibra para ti. Que abarca el firmamento Y se extiende hasta el fin...
Le pido a Dios, y acaso Y en un lugar remoto... Encuentre yo tu rostro Para poderte amar
Le Ruego a Dios, y acaso Me regale una noche. Solamente una noche Para poderte amar.
Amor llévame a la cumbre Donde sabes que está Esta alma perdida... Que te ha aprendido a Amar.
Autor de la Poesia: Andrea Ogaz
BON E POU MWEN FINI ZANMI MWEN YO MEN YON TI KOZE REGNARD REGINALD
(ekri nan Espas Kreyol jounal Le Matin.)
Pou ki lidè mwen pral vote?
Mwen ta renmen nan minit eleksyon an ta fèt, si ou te vote yon prezidan e li eli, an premye lye, pou li ta panse pou jeunès la. Pou li ta kreye fakilte nasyonal gratis. Pou yo travay ak sektè prive a tou, kowopere ak li pou yo kreye plis lekòl profesyonèl pou jèn defavorize yo kapab twouve sant de fòmasyon nan peyi’a.
Answit, mwen ta renmen pwoblèm ensekirite a rezoud. Pou yon peyi devlope vreman, an premye, fòk gen sekirite. Mwen wè: fòk ta gen yon vre dyalog nasyonal at tout sektè.
Fok nou fè yon sèl pou nou konnen nou tout se Ayisyen, na viv nan yon sèl peyi e se pou nou li ye. Se sèl jan nou kapab jwenn sekirite. Fok yo ka kreyen travay pou konbat delenkans.
Nan minit yon majistra ta moute Petyonvil, fòk li ta panse devlope Petyonvil tankou lot zòn. Fok yo ta fè wout, lekol ak lopital. Nan lot vil pwovens yo fòk yo kreye lekol nasyonal sa vle di gratis.Mwen sonje lè mwen te tou piti lè mwen pase nan lise mwen pat vreman konn peye senk kòb. Se pou leta ta pran sa an chaj pou yo bay yon seri de ti moun libète sa’a pou yo al pran edikasyon ak fòmasyon.
Mwen panse ak mwens analfabèt nou ta gen mwens moun tou ki pa gen limyè e kap fè zak banditis. Fok mwen di tou mwe wè nivo edikasyon pa nou an pa rich, li medyok anpil pa rapò ak sa nou ta bezwen. Mwen panse se koz mank mwayen e sitou mank volonte.
Lot pwen mwen ta renmen wè se sou keksyon espò. Fok yo ta òganize espò pou jèn yo. Paske lè wap gade nan peyi etranje yon ti moun twa ou katran gen tan komanse pratike yon disiplin espò. Li gen moun kap panse pou li, bon antrenè pou ki ki travay avè’l. Se sèl fason pou peyi nou an rive gen bon atlèt nan nivo nasyonal ak entènasyonal tankou tout lòt peyi.
Poum fini nan nivo politik mwen jije ke gen twop parti politik. Sa kreye plis pwoblèm ak plis diversion. Mwen pa di pou nou ta fè menm jan ak lot bò, men si nou ta kreye pwop sistèm pa nou de twa gwo pati politik li ta pi bon.
Pou eleksyon ki pwal fèt la map fè yon ti panche sou sa ki te pase. Mwen sonje mwen te vote pou prezidan dechi a. Lè sa a dyalog ki te konn fèt anvan eleksyonte motive anpil lot moun tou. Men apre sa mwen te vin vreman regrèt mwen te vote. Mwen tap tann yon chanjman men mwen te vin santi vot mwen an pèdi. Mwen pa ta swete sak te fèt anvan an ta repete anko. Mwen ta swete pou ta gen yon chanjman total vre.
