My Lady

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My Lady
you were the most important woman in my history
before the leaving of this year
you're now...the most impoertant woman
after the birth of this year
you're a woman i can't count it with hours and days
you're a woman made of the poetry nectar
and from the Dreams' Gold
you're a woman were living in my body
before a million years
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My Lady

the one who was made of Cutton and Clouds
the one who i can call her a Rain of Jewel
and the River of Nahound
and a Row forest
the one who siwmmes in the water of my heart like a fish
the one who lives in the eyes like a folk of pigeons
nothing will change in my emotion
nor my feelings
not even in my heart or my faith
because i'll stay in the islamic religion
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My Lady

do not care about the harmony of time
nor about the name of the years
you're a woman and you'll still as woman
and in everytime
i will still Love you
when the 21 century enter
and when the 25 century enter
and when the 29 century enter
and I will Love you
when the seas drys
and the forst burns
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Posted: Feb 2015
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When I Love You

When I love you

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A new language springs up,
New cities, new countries discovered.
The hours breathe like puppies,
Wheat grows between the pages of books,
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat.
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When I love you your breasts shake off their shame,
Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm.
When I love you the Arab cities leap up and demonstrate
Against the ages of repression
And the ages
Of revenge against the laws of the tribe.
And I, when I love you,
March against ugliness,
Against the kings of salt,
Against the institutionalization of the desert.
And I shall continue to love you until the world flood arrives;
I shall continue to love you untill the world flood arrives.
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Posted: Dec 2014
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Jerusalem

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Jerusalem, luminous city of prophets,
Shortest path between heaven and earth !
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Jerusalem, you of the myriad minarets,
become a beautiful little girl with burned fingers.
City of the virgin, your eyes are sad.
Shady oasis where the Prophet passed,
the stones of your streets grow sad,
the towers of mosques downcast.
City swathed in black, who'll ring the bells
at the Holy Sepulchre on Sunday mornings?
Who will carry toys to children
on Christmas Eve?
City of sorrows, a huge tear
trembling on your eyelid,
Who'll save the Bible?
Who'll save the Qur'an?
Who will save Christ, who will save man?
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Jerusalem, beloved city of mine,
tomorrow your lemon trees will bloom,
your green stalks and branches rise up joyful,
and your eyes will laugh. Migrant pigeons
will return to your holy roofs
and children will go back to playing.
Parents and children will meet
on your shining streets,
my city, city of olives and peace.
O Jerusalem, O city of Sorrows
The big tear wandering in the eyelids
Tomorrow .. tomorrow .. Blooming lemon
And rejoice Green leaves and olives
And laugh eyes ..
And migratory doves will return ..
To the pure ceilings ..
will be back .. children playing..
And meet Fathers and Sons
Oh my, my country, peace and olives
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Posted: Jan 2015
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The Epic of Sadness

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Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal
Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
it has taught me to read my coffee cups
thousands of times a night
to experiment with alchemy,
to visit fortune tellers
It has taught me to leave my house
to comb the sidewalks
and search your face in raindrops
and in car lights
and to peruse your clothes
in the clothes of unknowns
and to search for your image
even.even.
even in the posters of advertisements
your love has taught me
to wander around, for hours
searching for a gypsies hair
that all gypsies women will envy
searching for a face, for a voice
which is all the faces and all the voices.
Your love entered me..my lady
into the cities of sadness
and I before you, never entered
the cities of sadness
I did not know.
that tears are the person
that a person without sadness
is only a shadow of a person.
Your love taught me
to behave like a boy
to draw your face with chalk
upon the wall
upon the sails of fishermen's boats
on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
your love taught me, how love,
changes the map of time.
Your love taught me, that when I love
the earth stops revolving,
Your love taught me things
that were never accounted for
So I read children's fairytales
I entered the castles of Jennies
and I dreamt that she would marry me
the Sultan's daughter
those eyes.
clearer than the water of a lagoon
those lips.
more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight
and I dreamt that I would give
her necklaces of pearl and coral
Your love taught me, my lady,
what is insanity
it taught me.how life may pass
without the Sultan's daughter arriving
Your love taught me
How to love you in all things
in a bare winter tree,
in dry yellow leaves
in the rain, in a tempest,
in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
in the evenings.our black coffee
Your love taught me.to seek refuge
to seek refuge in hotels without names
in churches without names.
in cafes without names.
Your love taught me..how the night
swells the sadness of strangers
It taught me.how to see Beirut
as a woman.a tyrant of temptation
as a woman, wearing every evening
the most beautiful clothing she possesses
and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
for the fisherman, and the princes
Your love taught me how to cry without crying
It taught me how sadness sleeps
Like a boy with his feet cut off
in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra
Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been needing, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal
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Posted: Dec 2014
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Where to go ..

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Where to go ..


Every day .. and your face becomes closer ..
Every day, it becomes your face
Part of my life ..
Becomes the most fertile age
And become the most beautiful shapes, form
And things become sweeter and best ..
Has been leaked in the pores of my body ..
As a drop of dew seeping .. ..
Unusually difficult away ..
The unusual for coming harder ..
How much am I .. how much I love you .. so ..
That myself of the same .. wonder ..
Dwell hair, in the gardens of your eyes ..
Without eyes .. no hair writes

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Posted: Dec 2014
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Je t'aime éperdument

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Je t'aime éperdument

Sachant que la route vers l'impossible est longue,
Et sachant que tu es le modèle de la femme
Que je ne pourrais échanger,
Sachant que l'époque du bien-aimé est terminée
Et que les belles paroles sont mortes.
Je t'aime éperdument,
Je t'aime éperdument, sachant que je vis
En exil et toi dans un autre exil,
Et entre nous deux sévissent le vent, l'éclair, le nuage,
Le tonnerre, la neige et le feu.
Sachant que te rejoindre est un suicide,
Je serais heureux de déchirer ma vie pour toi,
Si on me donnait le choix, je recommencerais à t'aimer de nouveau.
Toi dont j' ai tissé l' habit à partir de feuilles d'arbre,
et dont j'ai protégé la patience des gouttelettes de pluie.
Je t'aime éperdument, sachant que je voyage
Sans certitude dans l'océan de tes yeux.
J'abandonne ma raison derrière moi
Pour galoper vers mes folies.
Femme qui étreint mon cœur dans ses mains,
De grâce ne m'abandonne pas,
Ne m'abandonne pas.
Je ne pourrais exister sans toi.
je t'aime, je t'aime éperdument,
Et je refuse de me soustraire au feu de ton amour.
Et d'ailleurs peut-il s'y soustraire, un orphelin de la passion ?
Qu'importe si je m'en tire vivant de l'amour,
et qu'importe si j'en termine tué.

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Posted: Dec 2014
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Sailing

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Sailing

Oh watcher who sings
For small remote stars
You have passed distances to those languages
Have you climbed the beam of the star
?Or the light of the poem
When the gleam of the love songs
Adhered
?With the language of the meteors

Oh! If you knew!!!
I still spread my melody
On the cemeteries
On the caves
On sand of beaches
Which is thickened with salt
On the deadened mirrors
Which insinuate my passion
With worn out languages


Thus I ignite my day
I compose the sadness
In collars
On the beaches of life
Exhausting my sorrow by my pain
And air ethnicity

Oh shore
Contain your slang and withdraw
Restore to me a bit of my art
Return to me a little of my life
Which reveals wrongfully
On grains of sand
Seeking the rescue

Which life

Will you offer me
If you spoiled my being?

Which art
Will be able to embellish me
If you abdicated my talent?

Leave…
Leave now
I am adapted to Life
And I am hoisting my will
And some of my old hopes
I am offering you twigs of my good-byes
And songs
Wishing that you won’t come back again
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Posted: Dec 2014
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