The Laughing Trees
In the deep night, the trees whisper their secrets...
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Tales and Memories of a Childhood in Congo
Stories, little tales,
Rumors and fables,
Legends and dreams
Of a lost child
In the dust
Of memories, of adventures,
in an Africa
Strange or fabulous.
Puzzle, scraps, fragments,
Latent emotions
And rough nostalgia
Of a lost adult
In the dust
Of almost true memories,
Embellished, darkened,
Of a hallucinatory Africa.
Born from the dust of African lands, stories of tangled memories, lived, never forgotten. The toddler discovers and remembers the smells, the colors, of the Katanga savanna.
Let yourself be carried away and dive back into childhood. The leaves of the great forest trees brush against us and invite us to enter the African mystery, to go back in time, hour by hour.
This is the first part of a childhood, in the dust... between river and ocean. To be continued, of course!
From dusk to dawn, twelve stories to savor
In the deep night, the trees whisper their secrets...
The grey giant crosses the sleeping savanna...
Spotted with gold and shadow, the silent hunter...
Dawn approaches, the spirits still dance...
The river awakens under the first rays...
The sun rises over the rustling canopy...
The heat rises, dreams take shape...
Noon approaches, the savanna vibrates with heat...
The afternoon stretches, the river cools...
The day wanes, shadows lengthen...
Twilight sets the African sky ablaze...
Night falls again, the cycle begins anew...
Photographic memories of an African childhood
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