Aime-cesaire Quote by Aimé Césaire
““the thick stream of air hauled toward the summits first the great horses of noise reared against the sky then sluggishly the great limp octopus of smoke a derisory spitter injecting the night with the insolent perfume of a citronella lamp and a wind swept down on the islands to be riddled by the suspect violence of the locusts . . .””
