Beyond the threshold of this door whispers the sea,and this slave house answers through the carvingsimprinted in the stone foundation, where crashing sea foam reaches its peak.Last night, I came to acknowledge that we may die as slaves,and, like our ancestors, will join the ethereal ranks of our ancestral spirit.Tonight, I raise my chains in farewell and cast my eyes on the Atlantic waters. We ...

As the moon spills its radiance onto the water, There in the thick of weary trees spins a dark way, Which, with wary legs traverses the wanderer. In t...