For Kaya :

When Kaya has gone I heard the cry of all the babies that were breezing for the first time the warm air of Mauritius Island. They were them, those tomorrow's kids, without roots, mixed blood and carrying all a humanity, and all the hopes. Kill Kaya ! Kill us all ! But you will just make us infinitely stronger . Oh yes, I want to scream, scream this trace of blood in the history of the men, an indilutable signature, a terrible mistake ! My musical message is clear, emancipate the mixity, writing with blood and hit the people with trust, respect for the future generations...

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