At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But it rains cats and dogs in the mountains, and towards afternoon, the water descends wildly and she ravages… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
She sang a song that sounds like life; I mean it was sad. Délira knew no other types ofsongs. She didn't sing loud, and… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head. — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones. — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
And at dawn, the drums still beat on the sleepless plain like an unstoppable heart. — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas' mysterious routes back to his native Guinea. Meanwhile, the… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
You cannot eat a cluster of grapes at once, but it is very easy if you eat them one by one. — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
A tree is made to live in peace in the color of day and in friendship with the sun, the wind and the rain.… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
Peasants are a rude lot, and hard: life has hardened their hearts, but they are thick and awkward only in appearance; you have to… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
Back then we were better-behaved than you young boystoday; we were better instructed; so I start in my bestest French:Mademoiselle, from the first time… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
