She only has eyes for the beauty of the writing. Accountant by training, Myrtille Akofa Haho, Beninese author-writer, also literary columnist misses no opportunity to serve better menus to book lovers and beautiful texts. Through this poetic text, she gives us once again the flavor and the delights of her pen. Read instead !!!
It is in the night of the abysses that we see the sun shine
At the Assizes of the Poets, to bring prose to life, we had to swim.
Swim against strong winds and high tides
Then in the rustling of the foliage and at the turn of the silences is born the word.
The word that runs through every vein when the little child can say to himself.
Then with the adult, the look, sensibility becomes the first start of the verb.
A verb to do everything especially that there is no more order and that each disorder is a noun that speaks.
The leaf flies because the past dies
The word remains to be said
The word remains to be written
Each poet has his gateway to paradise. Not in hell especially when he has moods in this state of Man.
For going against nature to bring order to his thoughts. Then came the time to be a slave to cravings, of life, of future, slave of time and the past. The word colonizes as much as the past and each word is a colonizer of spirit. The word is said so that the silence of the executioners reigns.
The word reigns so that every underdog can say that the leaf is not a gun but a tongue of fire.
The fire spurts from the soul thanks to the word.
Dense is the word
For the fire to dance
To ward off the darkness
It's not life that carries
It's the word that carries the fire, breathes life and nurtures hope
The word to the approval of the world to say what the eyes describe. Basically, you against, there is the poet who dedicates his word forever.