Western Mongolia: A Poem
I have a shade of thick fir-trees
at the foot of the high mountains.
The summer of distant plains,
come back to us one day!
I have a...
I have a shade of thick fir-trees
at the foot of the high mountains.
The summer of distant plains,
come back to us one day!
I have a...
Shango is a death that kills money with a big stick
A lying man dies in his home
Shango hits a fool
The liar runs away as soon as...
Give me a chair
and let me sit among you
as I celebrate poverty
and scarcity.
The face of the poor
remains wrinkled...