Najib Chakchem
The Breath of Blue
She yields to movement,
carried by an inner tide.
Fabric becomes breath,
blue unfolding like a living wave.
Neither land nor sky.
Only the suspended moment
where the body dissolves
and gives way to rhythm.
She does not dance around the sea.
She embraces its force,
its silence,
its depth.
Under the Snow
The snow was falling softly,
without a sound,
as if the sky had learned
to walk on tiptoe.
It followed the wind,
letting the dress open,
turn,
unfold
into a breath larger than herself.
The cold stopped nothing.
It made each gesture clearer,
each step more fragile,
more true.
Under the snow,
movement became a promise,
and silence
a space in which to dance.
Najib Chakchem
Light, color, movement… everything vibrates toward an elsewhere.
Between silence and breath, I seek to capture what the eye cannot see,
but what the soul can feel.
