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Me and the fog .. And beyond your eyes a strange sadness .. And this sleepiness .. Collects the remaining of your pieces .. By one dream ..... More
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Homeland and Things, Others -
Translated by: Fawzi Al-Shalbi:
Thus the
homeland passes
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It's too difficult that life becomes… Dates of love… sound of a train Long walking road... darkness of a cave And flowers scatters in between my hands ..... More
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The sun's mystery is no less than nights' mystery And no less than the mystery of the obstinate sea waves The sun resists my wings like a forgotten memory And motivate feelings inside me ..... More
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Is that all what remains… under the cluster of galaxies? A memory of a name I write it by jewelry… And memories died in old modernity ..... More
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We run away from our dreams… before they shoot us We kneel on our knees… praying for our misery And we die… we die… we die… And we still represent our death ..... More
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Do not throw me from mural… To crash tears made of crystal Do not burn me over the seas… Scatter water will not cool me off ..... More
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I Run Away... But Towards You: I run to look for my life… But when I found it, I lost Every sunlight looks like a heavy darkness Every silent night is killing me ..... More
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