Breathing..

lundi 4 avril 2011

Breathing..

Time
Got lost
In a breath

Your breath

Your laugh
Unthinkable
Extinguished
Candle

Sacred words

Fatherly said

Looks and silences

Strangling doubts
In loneliness

And words
Unsaid

Passionate
Vital impulses

Your Passions
From your veins
To mine

I
Got lost
When your breath
Faded
In emptiness

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'The poetry of Danielle Baraka finds its roots in the simple gestures of listening both to the external and the internal world. It is marked by a strong visionary imagination that transports itself on paths crossed by ancient myths and legends that her verses clearly catch a glimpse of.
The death, the Loneliness, the Love, the existential condition of Man are themes which are dear to her, considering them sometimes from far, sometimes from a closer distance, as if being herself a stone pit, death or the shining sun.
An interesting, simple and minimal poetic : essential in style,
very deep and rich in content.'
(Federica Galetto (Nightingale) (Translator, collages artist and poet, author of 'Stanze del nord' and 'Ode to a nightingale'.)

Danielle's poetry [become who you are - Friedrich Nietzsche]

Over the Himalayas (October 2016)

lundi 4 avril 2011

Breathing..

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Deauville - August 2008