One Love in children bornfrom a mother’s voice calm as a riverin Ghana; a father’s hands roughas Scotland’s shale; a brother’s armsstrong as bamboo from Shaanxi ; a sister’sshoulders resilient as banyans from Nepal. One Love is whispering streams,waving ferns, winding roads through greenvalleys that surprisewith a drop into turquoise…
When you find yourself in a faraway landsurrounded by men, animals that mutter strangesounds, do not be afraid: neither you, your parents, nor your ancestors have ever been alone.So trust the earth to bear you up, followthe wind as it leads you through valleys clustered with trees heavy with fruit…
Ma sœur,sous un fouillis de lingeries,a dérobé ce cadeauaux ardents rayons X de la douaneet a mis en gage son nomsur le registre, sa signatureprécise comme les sillonsdu bout de ses doigts.Le flacon est resté cachésur l’étagère avec, de mon oncle,la collection de pierres de l’étangoù il pêchait ses terreux…