Ousmane has died.
Ousmane, a friend I do not know, I'll never know ... And yet if, as many times in my life I've crossed you in cities that have come my feet, Ousmane other names, other faces, some smiling, Ousmane in long, straight streets of Montreal, shivering in the snow and ice, cold and loneliness in your eyes, your body lean and hungry for a life that you thought to find, Ousmane in the metro Paris, tired your thighs, your face sad, Ousmane in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bavoiding fines for this desire of yours survive in New York Ousmane selling me an umbrella, Ousmane begging in Santa Monica, Ousmane in my heart, my friend who never get to know because a knife standing your smile and your kindness, Ousmane of Senegal, prince ebony skin, Ousmane smiling, hardworking, good, nice, your hard and tireless energy to fight for your family there in the distance, far beyond, wherever you come only your body hard and impenetrable, Ousmane loved one day, one day I also loved a named Ousmane Ibrahim, and others who came to my blue sheets for warmth and compassion of all Ousmane Ousmane, seaweed lost in this gray world hard in this world so dry, so intransigent, so, so unfair, Ousmane seeking a sense, a way, your way my Ousmane wanted ... Ousmane
: the voices of women of your people scream your name non-stop, scream and hit the faces your mothers and your grandmothers, I from here I hear these voices that scream your absence and your absolute presence in space. God help that your beloved, brothers, nieces, sisters, cousins, grandparents, parents, African gods guard you now all the world's evil, and invokes Allah your family that you were sending your salary doubling back Silk. Ousmane, black butterfly. Ousmane was murdered, which dared, bad language, saying that drug trafficking, Ousmane of Senegal, my brother, my lover, my friend. Ousmane're not.
have killed Ousmane.
