My new den is surrounded with waters. Some poisonous snakes are said to live there. My amicable guide takes my hand, softly yet with great strength. I landed here safelly, two days ago. My ass is now in a chair and no banjo, lil' miss. More than a nest it is a room, small with a noisy air-conditionning system from last decade, blowing in.
Let us settle and make a will for my island to be my world and victory...there to hit me as I prayed so much I envy...anybody who works for a leaving. Just a note: It's Martinique.
