Nina Lys Affane (France)
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NINA LYS AFFANE is back with “RIVAGE DE L’OUBLI”, published in France.
A collection of 100 pages of a set of poems and sequences of ideas.
Finding a balance in the universe of the senses and allowing us to be in harmony with what we experience and with what we are.
To Nina Lys Affane writing consists in using words to say what we usually cannot say in order to rise from the ashes an invitation to the world of the senses and the depths to free oneself, to purify oneself, ... to be reborn!
"In this collection of poetry Nina Lys Affane sometimes draws suffering and sorrow, and sometimes traces notes of love and affection with a skin-deep sensitivity, halfway through a present, becoming a recent past..
A muse that swings through the duality of dreams and reality”.
Nina Lys Badia Affane is a woman of letters from Algeria.
After a first career in teaching, she decided to devote herself to journalism and literature.
Writing represents for her a means to shape the world with sensitivity and beauty.
She published several books and took part in several anthologies and joint books internationally.
Her poems have been translated into several languages.
Works by Nina Lys Affane:
“In talks with love”, 2011
“The outskirts of time”, 2014
“Confessions”, 2017
“Haven of the senses”, 2016
“Crash of the senses”, 2018
“Shore of oblivion”, 2023
And participated and published in ten books in commons and anthologies internationally Envoyé de mon iPhone
Des «en pourparlers avec l’amour »
Au commencement,
source intarissable de création
ensuite, je me dirige vers «à la lisière du temps»
à la découverte de l’immensité de l’illusion
planant vers des sphères lointaines
pour partager mes «confessions»
je ne trouvais pas mieux
de visiter un « havre des sens »
tel un verger à multiples nuances…
j’ai raconté mes «fracas des sens»
A la recherche de l’apaisement…
j’ai travaillé intensément…
tant pensé pour retrouver
«le rivage de l’oubli»
Y jeter l'enfer des instants
La jalousie et méchanceté sans raisons
Ainsi le déclinement d’une saison
Et la nuit sombre vécue un moment.
Enfin mon rivage me sauve et me libère joyeusement…
