FOR Tuesday 27 December 2005 POUR le Mardi 27 Décembre 2005 (dans un verbe d’arc-en-ciel) .
CARL’S CORNER
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CARL’S CORNER IN ENGLISH, FRENCH, SPANISH, AND HAITIAN CREOLE.
Every Tuesday and Thursday at 9.00 p.m. on ISLAND TV, Comcast channel 19 in Miami-Dade and channel 79 in Broward.
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E N G L I S H
FROM Edouard F. Lafontant’s book, MASTER MOTIVATOR. 365 Days + 1. “Positive Thoughts to Reinvent Yourself.”
Let me tell you the secret of my success, the source of my strength is exclusively perseverance.
Louis Pasteur (1822-1895)
POSITIVE QUOTE OF THE DAY
Nothing is ever lost by courtesy. It is the cheapest of pleasures, costs nothing, and conveys much.
INTERVIEW
FARAH JUSTE
AND
BOB LAPIERRE
ON
« FRANKLY FOMBRUN »
ON
Tuesday 27 December 2005,
at 9 P.M. on HTN (HAITIAN TELEVISION NETWORK) channel 689 Digital Box in Miami.
Haitian Independence Day Concert
Sunday
January 1st, 2006 at 7.00 P.M.
James L. Knighr Center
400 S.E. 2nd Avenue
Downtown Miami
For information 305.944.4348
THE FARAH SHOW
HOSTESS : Farah Juste
(Last photo, l to r) Carl Fombrun, Master of Ceremony, and Bob Lapierre, Producer.
mmcLet’s Celebrate Life in 2006 !
CARL FOMBRUN
CO-HOST
AND
MASTER OF CEREMONY
2 and a half hour of celebrating life and welcoming the New Year 2006
Strength in Unity !
« Laugh and the World laughs with you, Cry and you cry alone. »
Carl will also have the pleasure to welcome on stage the ravishing Danielle Beauvais, Ph.D, former North Miami mayoral candidate.
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME!
Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you" Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me While I’m alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear Just saying this
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me
Yes, dream a little dream of me
(Louis Armstrong)
FROM EVELINE AND SERGE OF THE HAITIAN HERITAGE MUSEUM
MR. AND MRS. FOMBRUN MAY YOUR BIG HEARTS BE FILLED WITH BIG BLESSINGS ALWAYS.
EVELINE AND SERGE
Eveline Pierre, CEO HHM and Serge Rodrigue, Vice-President HHM
THE SECRET OF AVION, 125 YEAR-OLD HAITIAN living in cuba, Laughing 100 times a day
BY ANGELA ORAMAS CAMERO—Special for Granma International— PHOTO: DARIEL REBOREDO VAZQUEZ
BENITO Martínez Abogán a.k.a Avion, apparently the oldest man in the world, lives in Cuba. He was born in Haiti on June 19, 1880, and has lived through the end and beginning of two millennia.
He lived his childhood and adolescence during the19th century; part of his youth and old age in the 20th century, and now he’s ready to “give it all he’s got” for the 21st century. He loves his nickname, Avión (Airplane), because he was always so speedy working in the fields, and because, as he says: “There’s no other man who’s come as far as I have.” He enjoys conversation, although he was brief with us on this occasion, given that he was rushing to get ready for a cockfight. “That’s not permitted,” I told him, and he fiercely defended himself.
What else do you enjoy doing?
“That’s not something you ask a man: women, girls...women! I had a woman here and another in my bohío, but I never got married... That’s something I have to think about.”
I comment, “They tell me you spend time at the retirement home with a girlfriend you found there, and that sometimes you go out into the country, but I know what you do out there is witchcraft, Avión...”
He laughs, his eyes sparkling, and replies, “It’s not witchcraft, you’re wrong, that’s my religion; I throw little stones and know about things, and predict the future.”
It’s probably voodoo that he practices, and I’m thinking that when he surprises me by speaking in Creole, his native language, which he has never forgotten. “I already told you,” he said. “If you don’t understand what I’m saying, too bad... I speak Cuban, Spanish and my people’s language.” Ah, he’s trilingual.
Avión is definitely laughing at me; meanwhile he is defying Methuselah – the Biblical character who died at the age of 979 – and the 120 Years Club, and asks for Dr. Selman, who leads the club, to change its name: “Put mine instead. I’m already 125 years old, and nothing hurts, not even a callous...well, my ankle hurts, but the doctor gives me a little medicine and Avión is all better... I keep fighting cocks, and I always win...and I celebrate everything with two shots of rum and smoke a cigar, and that’s it... I don’t smoke any more, or drink any more until the next fight.”
Just as so many Haitians have done through the centuries, Benito Martínez Abogán left his native land for Cuba in 1925, carrying a bundle of clothes, misery and illiteracy. He was born on a Monday, at 4 a.m., in the mountains of Cavaillon, Haiti the same day that one of his sisters died of hunger. The year, month and day of his birth are recorded on his ID showing him to be a permanent resident of Cuba, and he adds, “I am the son of Negrita and Somín. My last name is Abogán, but here people gave me the surname Martínez and called me Avión, because I work fast, like a plane flies.”
Ever since his arrival in eastern Cuba, with hoe and machete in hand, he worked from sunup to sundown in the sugarcane fields. For a brief time he worked on the farm of Angel Castro, in Birán, when Fidel had not yet been born. “I left because Angel was stingy.” He then began a long journey, barefoot, until he settled down definitively in Ciego de Avila, a central Cuban province.
The first job he had there was digging a ditch one meter deep, with pick and shovel, as the beginning of construction on the Central Highway for a miserable wage. “That was under Machado, a very bad president; I don’t want to remember anything about him. I had to live all alone in the mountains; I didn’t known how to read or write and had to cure myself with herbs because I couldn’t pay for a doctor. I love Fidel, who sends doctors for free to Haiti to care for the poor, and that’s why I light a candle to Santa Barbara and pray every night for Fidel’s health, and for her to protect him.”
Outside the city, right on La Gloria farm in the rural community of Vila, close to the town of Vicente and a cooperative, Avión has his two homes. One is his old, humble hut, in which I suppose he has his bundle of mysteries hidden away; nearby is his new one, built of cement and plaster, where he has the basic comforts of modern life, which the provincial government gave to him in usufruit. Both houses may be reached by a winding road that goes through a forest of mango, avocado, orange, lemon, coconut and cherry trees that he himself planted years ago.
He also planted for his own consumption sweet potato, plantain, arrowroot, malanga, coffee (he is an avid coffee drinker), rice, and various vegetables, along with medicinal herbs, “for curing myself with holy herbs, liana, honey and lemon, and it gets rid of my cough and everything else.”
He raises pigs in one yard and chickens in another. In his garden, the mariposa flowers and night jasmine perfume my friend’s paradisiacal home: “I don’t cook anymore, because I only know how to do it with charcoal and firewood... I don’t know how to cook the modern way.” His home is now cared for by an employee of the municipal government.
All of his life, until very recently, he went barefoot, “but now I put shoes on to visit the retirement home, to go out and take them off in the hut, to talk to people who come here from Havana.” He never married, and has no children or other family members in Cuba.
He no longer has the rows of white, healthy teeth that he had 10 years ago. But his strength and lucidity are still amazing. Once in a while, he uses a cane for walking, but if it’s a matter of escaping from the retirement home to go dance during carnival time, “I leave the cane hidden under my bed,” he says. He doesn’t need eyeglasses, either, and is not hard of hearing like many 100-year-olds are; he displays an enigmatic longevity that has left almost no traces on his skin – his face is barely wrinkled. He is an extraordinarily nice and joyful man.
Except for this Haitian-Cuban, I have never known anybody else to wear such a perennial smile, and such a mischievous and noble expression. When I asked him the secret of his longevity and the source of his health, he described the poverty that surrounded his long life, for more than a century, which forced him to live as a vegetarian in the mountains, far from the noise and stress of the city. And regarding his pleasant personality: “I get along well with everybody,” which has made it possible for him “not to have any enemies and to be happy here.”
He eats just a little bit of white and dark meat: “pork is what I eat the most, and I plant arrowroot, which is good for young and old, ñame (a type of malanga), malanga, squash; all kinds of salad and lots of fruit, that’s what I eat.” However, he attributes his strong physical and mental health to the joy of living that has always accompanied him. I recall having read the Chinese sages of ancient times aspired to longevity by leading tranquil, healthy and happy lives with the holy recipe of laughing 100 times a day, something that Avión knows how to do very well: “I’m happy, and I don’t get angry.”
The Ciego de Avila resident, who is older than Schigechigo Izumi of Japan – who lived to be 120 years and 237 days and was registered in the Guinness Book of Records – has three wishes: “They’re more or less fulfilled, but I still have not gone to my homeland Haiti. I would like to go and come back to Cuba; the mattress Fidel sent is small, too small for me and a woman; and I still haven’t seen Fidel, my friend, in person.
” I ask him why he says Fidel is his friend if he never met him. “You don’t understand. He sends a doctor for me, a mattress; he had them build a new house for me, with a television, refrigerator and a lady who takes care of the house, who cleans, cooks and takes care of me...Fidel is Avión’s friend, he knows about me and has Avión looked after, but I would like to thank him in person.”
DOCTORS’ OPINIONS
Three doctors at the Camilo Cienfuegos Geriatrics Complex in Ciego de Avila look after Benito Martínez Abogán’s health, and believe that one day that human treasure should be entered in the Guinness Book of Records, a matter that depends on a scientific test to give precise evidence of his age, and a resource they don’t have in that province. They are Doctors Noel López Viamontes, first-grade specialist in general comprehensive medicine, with a degree in geriatrics; Héctor Reboredo Rodríguez, first-grade specialist in geriatrics and gerontology and head of the provincial health authority’s Older Adult and Social Assistance Department; and Armando Falcón, geriatrist and specialist in alternative medicines like acupuncture, and a scholar of traditional Chinese medicine.
How much of this centarian’s story is true?
Dr. Reboredo Rodríguez responds: “There is no doubt about his good genetic heredity, and the isolated conditions under which he has lived a good part of his life – bucolic, far from stress and pollution, where he himself harvested produce and lived as a vegetarian – has an influence on his current good health. Sometimes he eats pork and pork fat. He drinks alcohol, but just a little bit, during festive or ritual events; he drinks coffee and he doesn’t smoke. I have never seen him depressed. He always works very hard, a lot, and under the sun.
How is his health?
“Right now his health is good. He suffers from heart failure, which is under strict medical treatment, and has never shown symptoms of pneumonia. When I discovered him, during a census to find out how many centenarians lived in Ciego, we found that he had curvature of the spine, an inguinal left hernia and malformation of the feet after having gone barefoot for more than 100 years. But Noel is the one who can tell you more about Benito’s current state of health, given he is the one who directly attends to him.”
“To sum up, I would say that we are in the presence of a centenarian with biological well being. We provide for him a program of medical and painstaking attention, which means it is very possible that he will continue to live with the same quality as the present. Avión is an example for other elderly people in the country and in the world, given that he himself created a healthy lifestyle and correct habits: that’s where his satisfactory longevity comes from. And, of course, he has simple irritations like stomach problems, given that he himself knows which medicinal plant to use.”
Dr. Falcón adds, in that respect, “I’ve noticed that with the moxa or Artemisa plant (a small cigar used in traditional Chinese medicine that tones up, and removes humidity and cold), he relieves his rheumatic pains; I also provide him with acupuncture and with very good results, especially on his ankles, as well as massages, infra-red, etcetera. Avión says that the medicine and little cigar are wonder cures.”
Is he more than 120 years old?
“According to his immigration documents, he is now 125. But the scientific test to prove that is not possible here in Ciego. Likewise, we suggest that an investigation should be done involving doctors who collaborate with us, in Haiti, in his birthplace, where perhaps the descendant of a brother or sister of his still lives, or a document or book could turn up that would answer any doubts. Somewhere in Haiti, there must be a record of his departure for Cuba in 1925, his date of birth and other identification information.”
Nevertheless, the respectful scientific manner and the caution not to offer an exact date implies that these doctors are convinced that this Haitian-Cuba is the oldest man in Cuba and perhaps in the world, as my colleague, Joaquín Oramas, stated in the last February 2005 edition of Granma International, in an article titled “Unprecedented Gathering of Centenarians,” an international event held in Havana sponsored by the 120 Years Club, a member of the Caribbean Medical Association directed by Doctor Eugenio Selman-Housein.
The Cuban population reached 11,241,291 on October 12, 2005 (and more than 2,500 are centenarians). Men comprise 50.03%, just a little more than women, who make up 49.97%, and life expectancy is 77 years. The average age is 35.1 years. Eighty percent of those who currently live on the island die when they are older than 60. A study carried out on a group of Cuban centenarians shows that 80% of them have never smoked, and the majority have not consumed alcoholic drinks. Likewise, the Cuban population could be the oldest in Latin America by 2025, with more than 25% of Cubans over 60 years old.
RECEIVED FROM “MAKENDAL” ON THE CDC
Carl,
I shall be brief. I hope you enjoyed your Christmas Holiday. Have a wonderful and Happy New Year. To all your readers on the CDC, those who agree, agree to disagree and just plain disagree...Happy Holidays to all of you to. May the light of love shine on everyone and shower everyone with peace.
Makendal
F R A N C A I S
CARL FOMBRUN : Chaque Mardi et Jeudi à 9 heures du soir sur ISLAND TV , chaîne Comcast canal 19 à Miami Dade et canal 79 à Broward.
Chaque Mardi à 9 heures du soir sur la Haitian Television Network canal 689 Digital Box à Miami.
Chaque dimanche à 4 heures 15 p.m. sur l’Antenne 88.9 FM, WDNA Miami, (excepté le 25 Décembre 2005 et le 8 Janvier 2006) et journellement sur l’internet www.fombrun.com
Les gens heureux n’ont pas d’histoires…Les gens heureux ils font l’histoire. La ballade des gens heureux sur LE COIN DE CARL parlant de tout et de rien continue. Le temps poursuit sa marche et avec lui avance le monde.
Bonjour Miami, ses alentours et les "internôtres" qui écoutent et nous lisent 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.
LA PENSÉE DU JOUR du livre
D’ÉDOUARD F. LAFONTANT.
PENSÉES POSITIVES POUR SE RÉINVENTER, 365 jours + 1.
Laissez-moi vous dire le secret qui m’a conduit à mon but : ma force se trouve exclusivement dans ma tenacité.
QUID DE LEMANE VAILLANT DU SITE “HAITIANPOLITICS ?”
(par Carl Fombrun)
À chaque fin d’année qui s’approche j’ai toujours en moi ces sentiments indescriptibles pour certaines gens que j’ai observées, fréquentées ou lues au cours de l’année. Je dirais comme Harold Pinter : « …Vous avez parfois le sentiment d’avoir trouvé dans votre main la vérité d’un moment, puis elle vous glisse entre les doigts et la voilà perdue. »
Prenons le cas de Lemane Vaillant. Premièrement, Lemane a un nom qui suggère de la vaillance et pendant un bon bout de temps sur le site Haitianpolitics, il régalait avec exaltation les internautres sur toutes sortes de sujets riches en information relatifs à sa terre natale en particulier. On pouvait ne pas partager ses opinions politiques ou autres, mais il manifestait toujours de la politesse et du respect envers tous et il en fut récompensé quand il perdit sa mère dans de tristes circonstances, par un déluge de sympathies émanant de la vaste majorité des lecteurs du site Haitianpolitics.
J’eus l’opportunité de rencontrer Lemane Vaillant récemment en Floride à la vente-signature de son livre à la Galerie d’Art Nader à Coral Gables. Il me fit gracieusement don de cet important livre « Quisqueya, » principalement éducatif et informatif sur Haiti et quelques autres sujets. Après cela, il a disparu de l’internet comme beaucoup d’autres dont la contribution était de marque.
Je n’ai aucune idée des raisons qui ont porté Lemane Vaillant à prendre cette décision tout en sachant que le cœur a des raisons que la raison ne connaît pas. Je ne peux m’empêcher d’ajouter que l’indifférence du public face à l’absence d’un valable contributeur ne fait que confirmer l’expression « la reconnaissance est une lacheté, » ou arrondissons les angles « loin des yeux, loin du cœur. » Lemane, sachez que je suis une exception à cette indifférence.
En conclusion, n’en déplaise à d’autres est-ce-pour cela que le « Coin de Carl » parle de Carl car c’est bien le titre de son « coin » et Carl est en pays familier avec Carl. C’est le secret de sa constance.
Il est vrai que j’apprécie les contributions littéraires au CDC, mais hélas (!) comme précaution envers cet égoisme culturel spécifiquement Haitien et généralement humain, ou le primum vivere est dominant, je pêche dans le même sens. C’est là ou le bas blesse, l’absence d’un sens communautaire reprend ses droits et nous en sortons tous perdants. L’espoir fait vivre et un jour, espérons-le, ces résidus d’un héritage colonial ne seront plus de mise.
Lemane, « soyez satisfait des fruits, des fleurs, même des feuilles, si c’est dans votre jardin à vous que vous les cueillez… »
C’est votre droit le plus entier de promouvoir votre dernier livre « Quisqueya, » et en l’occurrence Lemane Vaillant ; c’est l’ABC du métier.
Entre-temps, vogue la galère !
Carl
RECU DE
CAMILLE LOTY MALEBRANCHE,
MONTRÉAL, CANADA
DE LA SPIRITUALITÉ EN GUISE DE VOEUX de fin d’annÉe.
Je déteste la routine qui veut que pendant la saison dite des fêtes, des gens froids, indifférents souhaitent le « meilleur » à d’autres qu’ils ignorent à l’année longue, j’ai donc longtemps hésité à présenter ces propos votifs à tous mes amis de partout. Mais pour ceux qui me lisent, ceux qui croient encore en Dieu, l’Infini Suprême et au Sens dont il est le seul dispensateur, étant le Véritable, je rédige ces quelques lignes qui suivent :
Alors que la liturgie romaine officielle consacre cette période dite de Noël, à l’Incarnation du Verbe, nous devons nous rappeler le mystère du Christ qui s’incarne en l’homme Jésus mais aussi et surtout celui du dualisme Createur-Creation qui donne sens à la foi chrétienne. Car le Christ incarné est le messager de ce mystère de Dieu qui, tout en étant le Tout absolu, la Totalité ubiquitaire, la Plénitude sans limites, l’Etre a qui en principe rien ne s’ajoute parce qu’on ne peut rien ajouter a l’Infini, s’est retire, s’est vidé (ce que les théologiens appellent kénose) pour laisser apparaître ce qui n’est pas Lui sans pourtant cesser d’être Plénitude et Infini.
Si Jésus, le porteur humain du Christ incarné, le théophore parfait créé pour recevoir le Christ descendu parmi nous, n’est pas né au mois de Décembre, comme on nous le laisse croire, mais au mois de Nisan, au début du printemps, c’est pour rappeler aux hommes qu’il est le nouveau printemps de l’humanité renouvelée en Lui et par Lui, c’est pour nous insuffler un nouveau départ par la foi, la méditation de ce mystère de Dieu et de la Création que contestent complaisamment toutes sortes d’hypothèses farfelues dites scientifiques sans aucune démonstration de leur prétention.
A l’heure du retour en force de l’athéologie qui supplante les théologies négatives de l’athéisme classique, à l’heure des idolâtries nouvelles fomentées par l’ordre économique des ploutocrates, à l’heure du scientisme devenu religion séculière que j’appellerai « epistemolatrie » avec ses abus sur les consciences faibles, le mystère du Christ et de son Incarnation nous rappelle, Verbe Divin Eternel qu’Il est, notre condition de créature et de finitude dont le but de la présence dans l’existence est de rencontrer le Créateur pour vivre l’amour divin, la seule cause de notre création et accomplir notre vocation d’Infini en tant qu’image de Dieu.
Hélas! En notre temps ou l’humanité se reconnaît plus comme animale en rejetant le prédicat humain qui - justement apposé au substantif animal dans le vocable d’animal humain - était gage d’évolution vers la rédemption, la transcendance et la spiritualité, je nous souhaite de retrouver les réflexes naturels de l’élan au divin en dépassant chaque jour les appels sombres de la déchéance bestiale qui guette la civilisation autrement et nouvellement mangeuse d’homme d’aujourd’hui!
Que Dieu et son Image en nous, le Fonds Spirituel qui nous parle d’infini et de Splendeur cachée malgré les pires laideurs de l’actualité du monde contemporain, nous libère par notre attention nouvelle des idoles et des systèmes dénaturants en cours dans le monde! Puisse l’homme, ce projet de fils pour Dieu a travers le Christ, crier plus haut en nous au point de réduire au silence les bruits mortels des bas-fonds de ce monde! Surtout n’oublions pas de focaliser notre attention sur le Christ incarné, car l’homme, dans sa part de liberté, choisit son maître, dominé qu’il est par ce sur quoi il fixe son attention… Fixons donc notre conscience sur le Christ Libérateur qui affranchit de la mort et de ses pulsions intérieures et extérieures de toutes sortes, pour enfin être libres.
L'ASSASSINAT DE GINOUE MONDÉSIR
Une amie de la communauté Haïtienne de Boston.
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Une starlette de la télévision haïtienne, Ginoue Mondésir, assassinée par son conjoint.
L’animatrice de TELEMAX, victime d’un crime passionnel .
Une jeune vedette du petit écran à Port-au-Prince, Ginoue Mondésir, 28 ans, présentatrice d’émissions de variétés sur TELEMAX, une chaîne de télévision privée, a été tuée par son conjoint Valdo Jean.
La victime, secourue par des passants, est décédée peu après son admission dans un état agonisant à l’hôpital de l’Arcahaie (40 kilomètres au nord de Port-au-Prince).
Mère d’un garçon de 11 ans né d’une autre liaison amoureuse, Ginoue Mondésir rêvait également d’une carrière d’actrice de cinéma. Elle avait récemment tenu le premier rôle féminin d’une production locale sur un plateau de tournage.
Posté le dimanche 25 décembre 2005 Par Radio Kiskeya
SITE JEAN-BERTRAND ARISTIDE
http://www.hayti.net/tribune/
Résistance
Le 7 Février 1986 la statue de Christophe Colomb après 500 ans de barbarie colonialiste pavoisait toujours sur le quai de Port-au-Prince. Elle observait d´un regard maussade ce mouvement populaire de résistance contre sa présence anachronique et provocatrice. Le Nègre marron se détendit et d´un coup de Lambi à la nuque, la bascula à la mer : « Ou se gran maren, naje pou w retounen en Espay! »
Christophe Colomb se fâcha et se vengea par un bain de sang à la Ruelle Vaillant le 29 Novembre 1987. Les marrons s´indignèrent et firent souffler le vent du rassemblement. Ils imposent la volonté des esprits de nos ancêtres. Les racines louverturiennes poussent de nouveaux printemps. Les fleurs lavalassiennes s´ouvrent au Soleil de la fraternité.
Cependant, Christophe Colomb, écumant de haine abattit sa rage sur les enfants d´Haiti, il dressa un général génocidaire qui exécuta un plan napoléonien. Mais l´esprit louverturien sut faire desserrer l´étreinte mortelle et détourner le cours du fleuve de sang et de larmes. Un lavalas est un patriote Un bon lavalas est un Résistant Et Christophe Colomb restera au fond de la mer !
Au grand Konbit du 1er Janvier 2004, la rosée aux pieds nus imprégnait la pelouse au Palais national pour effacer les empreintes des commandeurs à l´épine broyée. Et les attachés de la Plume aux cerveaux lessivés n´ont pas pu effrayer les rayons du Soleil. Alors dans un dernier sursaut, le fantôme de Christophe Colomb, enveloppa Haiti dans une étreinte hitlérienne, à la grande satisfaction de Voltaire. Hélène! Oh! Hélène, ta vilénie n´a d´égale que ta cruauté!
Visage pâle, masque noir. Du riz après la force! Reptile au Palais National! Fanmi Lavalas à l´abattoir! Les Haitiens à leurs chaînes!
Oh! Résistance ma douleur! Si ton chef est louverturien Ton cœur sera dessalinien ! Et ta victoire mon bonheur!
E S P A Ñ O L
Mi amor,...
Mi Amor,... yo tengo una rosa en la mano y una mar anhelando verte caminar,... por sus arenas como yo por mis ojos,...
Mi Amor,... yo tengo una espina que me duele y una flor pequeña que va secandoce, pero sed quisiera de tu cuerpo y beber tus labios como yo quisiera hacerlo,...
Mi Amor,... yo tengo una vieja bereda y una ventana por donde veía el campo, adornado con tu figura y que es flor y anhelo ante tus ojos,... yo tengo Amor,...una espina que me duele y junto a ella la silueta de tus labios... ¡Diciendo Amor!...
Yleo Sanchez Riveros 2005
K R E Y O L
PréZidAn
Jean-Bertrand Aristide Pretoria, South Africa
BON ANE 2006!
Lawouze koudeta fè banda Tout tan solèy retou a poko leve.
Sè m yo, Frè m yo,
Pandan pafen souwè ki sot Ni lakay, ni nan 10e Depatman an Kontinye anbonmen n isit la, Minouche avè m remèsye n ak tout kè n E swete n yon Bòn Ane 2006.
Se sèten, ou gen bèl rèv pou fanmi w ak pou peyi w. Anpil nan bèl rèv Ayisyen genyen pou Ayiti, Kouche sou kabann lopital men yo pa nan mòg.
Se vre, kidnaping 29 fevriye 2004 la klouwe Manman Ayiti tèt anba sou yon kwa koudeta, Men, ti souf la pa etenn, e kò a pa nan mòg.
Nan memwa Zanzèt nou yo Ki bay lavi yo pou Ayiti pa mouri, Nan memwa tout inosan ki tonbe Pandan peryòd 2004- 2005 sa a, Ann vide sewòm delivrans Sou flanm dife soufrans !
Ann souse mouèl listwa d Ayiti Pou n vanse pi djanm, pi rèd, Pou pi devan pi anfòm, pi bèl!
Avan Premye janvye 1804, Kolon blan te renmen antere Esklav tou vivan, tou kanpe : Kò yo nan twou, tèt yo ret deyò, Badijonnen nan siwo cho.
Tèt esklav sa yo te tounen piwouli pou Chyen souse, manje, devore tou vif.
Depi premye janvye 1804, Tèt esklav fè tèt ansanm Pou pèson pa mache Tèt anba devan pèson.
Libète ou lanmò, se vèvè sa a Zansèt yo te trase pou nou, Jou Premye Janvye 1804 la.
Vèvè libète sa a, se yon vèvè Sivilizasyon. Eee!!! Bouch an bouch, youn di lòt :
Moun sivilize toujou gen Ayiti rekonesans. Moun sivilize gen anpil respè pou Pèp Ayisyen. Moun sivilize respekte premye Pèp nwa a Ki premye chante fineray lesklavay.
Moun sivilize pa fè alèji ak Jistis, restitisyon, reparasyon.
Depi egzil Tousen Louvèti, Pase nan asasina papa Desalin, Rive sou 34e koudeta sa a, Toujou gen moun sivilize Ki refize meprize Ayisyen.
Onè Respè pou nou! Chapo ba pou ou menm Ki deja fè anpil sakrifis pou sove Diyite Nèg ak Nègès d Ayiti!
Ooo !! Ala damou Manman Ayiti damou Pou tout pitit fi, pitit gason ki refize viv Ak chenn nan pye, ou ak chenn nan sèvo ! Esklav mantal pa siye ak diyite. Mikwòb esklavaj se pwazon diyite.
Lè Zanzèt nou yo t ap siyen batistè diyite sa a, Popiplasyon an te anviwon 500.000 Ayisyen.
Jodia, nou gen 8 milyon sè ak frè lakay Plis 2 milyon edmi k ap viv lòt bò dlo. Nou konn kote n soti, nou konn kote n prale.
49 % nan nou sot nan mitan Lafrik, peyi Kongo 26,3 % nan nou sot nan peyi Benen 6,4 % nan nou sot nan peyi Senegal 5 % nan nou sot nan peyi Nijerya 4,5 % nan nou sot nan peyi Syera Leyòn 4,5 % nan nou sot nan peyi Gana 2,6 % nan nou sot nan Sidès Lafrik ou Mozanbik. Donk, preske nou tout Soti menm kote Pou na l menm kote. Nou sot nan zantray Lafrik Pou na l nan zantray Yon Delivrans Total Kapital.
Direksyon sa a te klè pou Yon lavalas Ameriken Nwa Ki tap toufe nan peyi Etazini Anba imilyasyon esklavaj.
Sèl solisyon pou yo, se te pati Al viv an Ayiti, nan sous Libète a. Nan ane 1862, te deja genyen Plis pase 2000 Ameriken nwa Ki te vin pran refij Lakay, Donk, nan sous Libète a.
Lè sa a, pat gen elikoptè Ki tap lage bonm sou Site Solèy, Jan sa te fèt 6 Jiyè 2005 la.
Lè sa a, pat gen yon Site Solèy Fèmen nan kan konsantrasyon Pou gro zam lagè devore, dechèpiye, Pandan kochon ap manje kadav inosan.
Lè sa a, pat gen kolon pou vide dife lanmò sou Belè, Solino,Lasalin, Matisan, Gran Ravin, Kafou, Taba, Laplenn, Delma, Petyonvil, Kenskòf, Nan katye popilè Okap kòm Okay, Jeremi kòm Gonayiv, Ench kòm Jakmèl, Pòdepè kòm Miragwan, Sen Mak kòm Tigwav, Anbalavil Pòtoprens, kòm nan tout pwovens. Paj trajedi sa a montre aklè sa nou te deja konnen. Kidonk, ni nouvo kolon ni esklav mantal Pa janm konsidere peyizan kòm moun. Konsa pou yo menm, lavalas pòv, peyizan, Malere, analfabèt pa moun tankou tout moun.
Devan miray apatey la, konplo a byen mare Pou anpeche lavalas Pèp Ayisyen an Patisipe nan eleksyon lib, onèt e demokratik .
Men, se byen konte mal kalkile Paske Analfabèt pa bèt. Menm si jodia gen 10 fwa plis Ensekirite kidnaping, lavichè, grangou, Mizè malouk kou mizè mizèrere, Pèp la ap soufri, li pa ti soufri.
Pèp entèlijan pa retire trip mete pay. Pèp je kale pa retire trip mete pay. Pèp save pa pran lalin seleksyon Pou fwomay eleksyon.
Liberasyon Pè Jan Juste, Sò Ann, Premye Minis Yvon Neptune, Minis Jocelerme Privert, Ak tout lòt prizonye politik yo, Se yon revandikasyon jis Ki koule nan beton lalwa.
Lè inosan ap seche nan prizon Pandan asasen kriminèl Ap banbile libelibè, Sa rele krim sou krim.
Demenm, se mete krim sou krim, sou krim, Lè Ayiti klouwe tèt anba sou yon kwa koudeta, Pandan defakto ap benyen nan ilegalite Ak koripsyon jis nan kou rive nan zorèy.
Grès koripsyon sa a resi fè Zòrèy pi long pase tèt. Wi, fò n redi l: Grès koripsyon sa a resi fè Zòrèy pi long pase tèt.
Poutan, Libète moun, se yon dwa ki sakre. Konstitisyon Peyi a bay tout moun Ki nan mawon ou nan egzil dwa Pou retounen viv nan libète ak lapè.
Libète ak lapè, se grenn je ak kalalou je. Dapre filozofi gran paran Afriken nou yo, Lapè ak libète se pase pranm ma pase chèche w.
Se pou sa filozòf lapè yo di nan lang zoulou : BAXOLELA UKULWA KUNOBUGQILI. Sa vle di : « Pase pou Zansèt yo ret esklav, Yo pito fè lapè antre yo Pou goumen kont esklavaj ».
Nou menm tou, patizan lapè Ki refize viv san diyite, Fò n toujou sonje :
Yon Lavalas se yon Patriyòt, Yon bon Lavalas se yon bon Patriyòt, Lavalas se l’Union fait la force!
Si avantaj kòk se nan zepon l, Avantaj Pèp entèlijan, se nan Mobilizasyon manch long pou Desitire koudeta pasifikman.
Lawouze koudeta fè banda Tout tan solèy retou a poko leve.
Erezman, je solèy la louvri E ni kè n, ni bra n toujou louvri Pou n wè fasafas, Lakay. Se va yon bèl fèt lanmou Pou anfen, Ayiti viv an pè.
Nan menm chalè renmen sa a, Minouche avè m anbrase nou tout E swete n:
UNYAKA OMUHLE ! Sètadi : BON ANE!
UNYAKA OMUHLE ! BON ANE !
Pretoria, Desann 2005
MEZANMI, se la map rete pou jodi a. Na pale demen si Granmèt la vle.
