Talk to me - Fattú Djakité

You're mad at me, I don't even know why

Talk to me so we can make peace

You're mad at me, I don't even know why

Talk to me so we can make peace

 

Guinea Bissau: A love poem - Anonymous

I.

I love you

I have returned

Our land is nice - where there is happiness. 

This place is sacred.

I love you so much . . . 

 

Why is the child crying? - José Carlos Schwarz

Why is the child crying?

His body hurts

Why is the child crying?

He's tired of seeing blood

 

No, Poetry - Amilcar Cabral

No, Poetry
Do not hide within the inscrutability of my soul

The fight is my spring - Vasco Cabral

The fight
It's mine
Spring