Zyphera

While you are empty, empty of you, meaningless, empty of emotions, you sharpen your teeth, you lick your lips. You want to approach me, but you are afraid that I…

She cuts, sharps, breaks out, cracks. Raw woman. Wilde woman. Natural woman. Close to one meter and eighty, she’s impressive. The first time I saw her I though “What a…

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

I will make you be the most loved. With this love, you’ll do what you like. At your arrival, all my strength will be assembled for your unique progress. Chosen…

Locked by silence, covered by confused emotions, I have a secret that you will not find out. Trapped in my heart, I’ll tell you where it is but won’t show…

As the dancer, she’s sharp. Sharp are her eyes, her nose and her thin hands. She carries the childhood freshness, leaving behind her a spring fragrance. Her innocence faces the…

Khaled is an important encounter in the congolese chapter of my life. Our friendship, as he liked to say, was an exchange « in order to gain something. » It helped me…

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

How many sentences, lines or tens of pages he wrote down? As an inexorable urge to burn in a rock a so immaterial, so fragile, so fleeting thought. As a…

Senegalese, baye fall and musician in a reggae band: this is how he introduced himself. We shared our way to work every morning during six months in Dakar. We took…