Ceole hut

[Tolsto]

To escape from his pitiful life
After the sunset
The slave, without nest on earth
created the Creole hut,
his sanctuary.
Carefully he dressed it
- Hat in Guinea’s grass
- Suit in islands’ wood,
- Big pebbles as shoes.
Certainly, it looked sad
Next to these proud white houses
But when life is very hard
No Sunday’s dress doesn’t matter.

more:http://maricelbaltus.unblog.fr/2011/03/04/creole-hut/