To hold our language high - Michaël Slory

Don't make this language
get lost so carelessly.

On the day we met
we saw it fit
to speak it well.

Marcel - Bernardo Ashetu

He climbed down off the roof

on tiptoe with his laces loose.

Order of the day - Marcel de Bruin

Don't give up this land

We're not

all dead yet

As always me - Shrinivási

As always me

farmer, peasant, kunukeru

admiring the annual growth rings

in the cross section cut of a tree trunk

revealing the good and bad years

Working all day, dreaming at night - Jit Narain

Working all day, dreaming at night –

Aja’s appearance is something like mine.

Rosalina - Michaël Slory

The beads of your eyes

are crystal clear,

clearer than rain water,

Inspired - Johanna Schouten-Elsenhout

Ancestors,

sing it to the priests

in the open yard

I've gone - I come - Trefossa

if the dry season wind starts singing
in Mahogany Street:
- Creole, how?
I'll answer:
- here am I
- granny's bench has been set ready
- once upon a time ... once upon a time ...

In the bird’s long silence I step into the day - Shrinivási

In the bird’s long silence I step into the day
like palm trees their song rustles every which way
clearing the air of a bloody past that once held sway