http://slow.writerscafe.org/Odile The original writings of author Odile RAZAFIMANDIMBY en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033756 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Earth O my Earth and supposed foster-mothermost of your children are dying in poverty;cyclones and hurricanes, rise at the same timetrade winds and monsoons devastate our homes.The elements rage and the saving watersorely missed or is devastating.Our forests that formerly competed greenare shrinking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/1265846/ My search of silence leads me to the dunesin the middle of a desert, by a night of full moonunder the sun of the day that gives birth to miragesor by mountains that brush against the clouds.Sometimes it leads me to inside currentsamong sea spray and flying fishes;then as a jinn, I haunt the shores&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/1265833/ I recognize you in all weatherdry and rocky,wet and muddysanded, dustyor windswept.Your warmth is familiar to meand your color often changesacross borders:ocher or sand in the sundark brown and unparalleledlaterite in the tropicsor dark volcanic...Not far from the peeled mounts,my first steps were a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/1265814/ My aquatic desire is a dewdrop,sliding without hitting,brushing against without hurting,disappearing without traceas breath of life that fades...My acoustic desire is a bouvier's flute,returning to the village at the end of the day,emphasizing the silence and the surrounding hillsto find the emptine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/1265800/ It is an island in the sun with multiple coloursthat haunts my memory and makes my heart crying ...Its sea is emerald, blue beryl and sapphire;its land, red and orange and its sky without zephyrs ...It is said to be one of the poorest countries of the worldbut for me it is rich and fertile forever.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/819279/ Some shoved keysrumble and thunder in the nightstrings suddenly awakenedechoed backlike rain falling sparingly ...they address each other in the darkand tell a tender story.Then a magic accordionhaunting and nostalgiclike a memoryoverflows and unconsciously drift to an exotic ban.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/818228/  Dance my daughter dancetake off my turtle dovewith heart full of hopefly in a flurry of wings… Sing my daughter singeach dawn or daybreakawakening as the rosestill numb with sleepbut discovering her finerydespite the biting frostand celebrating the lightor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/818226/  Earth sheltering forgotten Ancestorsland containing cords of newborns,on which we have opened our eyes filled with wonderand which supported our still insecure paces.Red laterite, cracked and bare earth;melancholic hills at the end of days.Scattered small wood of a bluish gray-gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/814228/ A capella, a blues, or a fado songsa viola’s vibrations,the laughter of a child echoing in the silence,a teal bird which dances,the faint light of the moon,a misty landscapethe transparency of the waterthe clear song of a brooka rising dawnare tiny threads vibrant and tight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/814227/ Under the Earth light,I looked for the lightby narrow pathswhich led me to you.I walked along the rivers,spanned many holesthen crossed the seato reach you. Like a wave on the shorewhich would have reached its dream,gentle and breakingdense and failingLike impounded te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/814225/ Invisible fire, burning within my soul, leading all my paces, highlighting my goals. Are you just  a reflection of the sun above which gives my mornings, amazement and warmth �"despite disappointments and every past sorrow and make me open wide to any joy of life.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/808342/ Like a lazy voice in the night, will be my life as either a whisper or a sighI’ll survive, solemn or tender and quiet, dreaming but ready to fight….Like a river glittering in the moonlight will be my life, both gloomy and also bright, I’ll survive, still rolling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/808341/ One autumn evening,a tea house ...To get there, a stone path off-center,catching my eye and my tired feet.I tread down a stone,time passes…I wrap myself to better understand ...I tread down a stone,time rolls upand carry me away from the present to past…I tread down a stone,time un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/806665/ Soft morning breezecontinuing its path,near a shorelineand whipping my face ...Tropic warm rains,falling thick and abundant,gorging my exotic rootsthat grow and have a feast ...Heat of a summer sun,inviting my whole bodyto a gentle letting goand expanding my pores ...Large trees to a clearing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/805723/ AS JINNS AND SIRENSAs jinns haunting many places around the world,with my bewitching powers,I’ll wrap you in my round.As captivating sirens with their haunting melodieswith all my heart I sing,I’ll wrap you in my round.Colors of waves and shells,of pearl, moss and leaves,I will be ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/805718/ Cherry blossoms in a spring sky,aerial, unreal, admiring itself in the pond,sensitive to the least breeze, despite a heavy trunk,vibrant as an aura despite the numbed footradiating space and stopping timebefore flying in the wind like butterflies ...Rose blooming at the break of day,velvety, delic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/805714/ My roots grew out of the downpour of the rainand the wound of a red land during a thundery weather…Attracted by the waves’ smooth caress, the shore at sunset and the song of mermaids haunting the strand, they one day followed a brook then a river running down to the sea. Now t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/805712/ Transparent rockfragile and sharp,I do not fed that dream and like to stroll on the shore.When the sea is roughand becomes bluish tint,I adorned with subtle colours,from diaphanous blue to pastel beryl.When the sea sobers downand extends to infinity,my colours are magicintense and confusingfrom blue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Odile/805711/