« Le nègre, il t’emmerde ». Aimé Césaire
Perdu dans l’espace, un astronaute intervient dans un conflit intergalactique opposant des civilisations surpuissantes…
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And I trembled as I groped my way
Into my numbered tomb. Oscar Wilde
Bien dit !
I Had A Dream !
Little Hungarian President
Was Swalloded By A Bee
And Shouted With His
Uggly Dirty Voice :
“By G the Murderdere Was B !”
…
[Et… tant pis pour la Normandie.]
Well I’m a king bee… (Rolling Stones, années 60)
nègre je suis et nègre je resterai