Daniel Wamba

“Happy New Year (31 Dec 2017)

December 31.
A wine fish
was lost in your long cheeks of swallows.
I looked up
and discovered that the starry night
was never so lonely.
Yes!
The night full of stars
was never so lonely!
How else can someone be alone,
if not surrounded by his soul?
How else can someone be alone,
if not populated by his soul?”
― Daniel Wamba

“Algoritmo Ishwara
Debemos dormir para saber dormir?
Debemos respirar para saber respirar?
Debemos ser concientes para saber ser feliz?
Claramente no!
La felicidad es el olvido!”
― Daniel Wamba

“Ishwara Algorithm

Should we sleep to know how to sleep?
Should we breathe to know how to breathe?
We must be aware to know how to be happy?
Clearly not!
Happiness is oblivion!”
― 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.”
― Daniel Wamba