Zyphera

While you are empty—empty of yourself, meaningless, empty of emotion—you sharpen your teeth, you lick your lips. You want to approach me, but you are afraid I will run away.…

She cuts, she sharpens, she breaks out, she cracks. A raw woman. A wild woman. A natural woman. Standing close to one meter eighty, she is impressive. The first time…

I don’t know. I wake up, and I do not know. My first thoughts in the morning are confusing. Like the morning mist on Lake Kivu, a cloud of billions…

I will make you the most loved. With this love, you will do whatever you wish. Upon your arrival, all my strength will be assembled for your sole progress. Chosen…

Locked in silence, covered by confused emotions, I have a secret that you will never find out. Trapped in my heart, I will tell you where it is, but I…

As the dancer, she’s sharp. Sharp are her eyes, her nose and her slender hands. She carries a childhood freshness, leaving a fragrance of spring in her wake. Her innocence…

Khaled is an important encounter in the Congolese chapter of my live. Our friendship, as he liked to say, was an exchange « in order to gain something« . According to him,…

Helena is a fresh flower grown in mud. She is covered with it, with dirty black soil, and she bends under its weight. Nevertheless, she sparks. Helena is a forty-year-old…

How many sentences, lines or tens of pages he wrote down? As an inexorable urge to carve such an immaterial, fragile, and fleeting thought into the rock. As a bulimia…

Senegalese, Baye Fall and musician in a reggae band: this is how he introduced himself. We shared our commute to work every morning during six months in Dakar, taking the…