Sehnsucht

samedi 6 septembre 2014

Sehnsucht

Consuming myself
From the inside
I can feel
Each second
Far from you
Piercing my body
And my heart
Like a long sword of distress
In a never ending night

Wrapped with spices, honey
And dancing violins

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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)

samedi 6 septembre 2014

Sehnsucht

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Deauville - August 2008