"Eternity ceaselessly crosses our steps and our gestures like the wind", superbly affirms Kama Sywor KAMANDA, poet of all the exiles but also of all the fertile dreams likely to put an end to it because "there are dreams of plenitude which approach immortality". In this solemn tone, heavy with millennial wisdom, we immediately recognize a poet-prophet whose word knows how to be embodied, muscled with images and clothed with the immense epidermis of sensuality.