This remote but simple and respectful village
These soft thatched roofs
Like land’s sienna colour
Where the golden seeds in the rice-field are seen
And that is the message for the futur and eternity
When the night comes
And this peaceful people
Lay down with sunset
The moon brings its silver color
The clouds bring the valiha’song
The wind brings the forest’s cry
And in my mind a dream, full of dancing
Emma RAZAFITSEHENO (Ankilizato Morondava )
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