Paris 2013,

I wake up, feverish , in a trance.

With a blurry gaze, I glimpse in a halo of light, on one side the dreadlocks of Nasser, the leaves of my Eugene plant on the other,

which mix in a vision of fever, between reality and dream .

Woman of the earth, or of the Moon, her authenticity is of a hypnotizing power.

The ancestral marks dress his body, like spells of this tribe from another world.

Serene and powerful, her awe-inspiring wisdom of peace invites us to stillness, observation, and reconnection.

In addition to this, you need to know more about it.