I Spent 30 Minutes Each

I Was Learning The Importance Of Names - Having Them, Making Them - But At The Same Time I Sensed The Dangers. Recognition Was Followed By Oblivion, A Yawning Maw Whose Victims Disappeared Without A Trace.

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

I Think They Must Mix Blood, Otherwise The Human Race Is Bound To Degenerate. Mixing Blood Is Marvelous. It Makes Strong And Intelligent Men. It Takes Away Tired Spirits.

Each Time I Leaped I Seemed To Touch The Sky And When I Regained Earth It Seemed To Be Mine Alone.

One Day I Realized I Was Living In A Country Where I Was Afraid To Be Black. It Was Only A Country For White People. Not Black. So I Left. I Had Been Suffocating In The United States... A Lot Of Us Left, Not Because We Wanted To Leave, But Because We Couldn't Stand It Anymore... I Felt Liberated In Paris.