“Oranges of Hiroshima - CORPUS CHRISTI - Goodbye shores of peach blossoms and swallows. Goodbye to the godzila of my lips drifting from your lips. Goodbye to the galaxies that expand towards the interior of a grain of sand. Goodbye to the sea of your smiles in the salt of my thorns. Goodbye son of man! Goodbye shores of peach blossoms and swallows.” PoemAtmaAdvaita VedantaLyricCorpus Christi Author:Daniel Wamba
“The Bhajan of the death of the breeze Through the incredible red of the leaves I have seen death! The sky was a yogurt of flying monkeys, or the inner Ramayana of all the red leaves The breeze overflowed itself with a heart of wood, clarifying my size of subtle forgetfulness and bajans, towards the naked torso of the sun and the earth. Through the incredible red of the leaves I have seen death !. I saw my guru. I saw the God of Gods telling me: YOU ARE RAMA. YOU ARE RAMA. Since ever! And since before you were born: YOU ARE RAMA And in the naked torso of the sun and the earth my heart today spills between subtle forgetfulness and bhajans, because you are also Rama. because you are also Rama.” PoemRamaAdvaitPoertyRamayan Author:Daniel Wamba