Author 'Aimé Césaire'
Oh my island, half asleep and so restless on the sea. And suddenly from the points of danger history makes...
And here we are now on our feet, my country and I, my hair flying in the breeze, my small...
Oh my island, half asleep and so restless on the sea. And suddenly from the points of danger history makes...
And here we are now on our feet, my country and I, my hair flying in the breeze, my small...