Picture this allusion.
Vision extinguished, thirst of an etymological ancestry. The crackling sound came from MONTE NEGRO. If my House is yours, let’s make our way to CASA BLANCA. The youth has no guide nor guidance… The Voice that once led them to the right path no longer believes in the Power of a Strong Will. Will you be strong and not remain still? Dark days. Sun-rise. Afternoon nap or just a virtual Honey-moon. Full-moon, the Northern Star can no longer be hidden. This is not a house but your Home. You’ve been redeemed. Let’s study the history of words… Lest History matters no more. I found Inspiration in the most mosaic illusions. ©
Christian Djimra Koumtog.