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“`html Vybz Kartel – God Is The Greatest God Is The Greatest Vybz Kartel Original Lyrics (Intro) Yeah-huh! Adidjaheim… Preee! Vybz Kartel, Gaza Mi seh God is the greatest, yeah!
(d’après Whitman, le silence du Bouddha, et les ondes de 432 Hz)— dans l’esprit d’Aimé Césaire 1.Routes ? Elles se déroulent —Je suis la route.Pas besoin de marcher. 2.Midi caraïbe
(A poignant portrayal of a mother’s love amid suffering) No Madonna and Child could touchHer tenderness for a sonShe soon would have to forget… The air was heavy with odorsOf
May the world not descend into chaos… May it find clarity, may it regain its essence…* Stanza 1 Odíderé ayékòótá máa wolè máràbaOdéderé ayébòútó máa wolè máràbaoò ri’ báyé nwá
A monk once told me in Hangzhou’s mist-draped hills: *“To answer ‘ha!’ is to clap with one hand—soundless, yet the valley answers.”* In Lagos, a Yoruba drummer paused mid-rhythm,
. Beneath the tamarind tree where roots drink from nameless rivers, we lay down our names like rusted coins. A shadow is not a “someone”—it borrows light to dance,
Ògún, the wealthy husband of my mother,The mighty deity who moves with great power,The one who bathes in blood at home,The one who adorns himself with sacred garments.Ògún, the owner
There is no defunct. No closed. Only transformation disguised as endings. The West calls it “history.” We call it libation. So let’s burn the calendar. Let’s unlearn “2025.” Let’s sit
