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 |  موضوع: Citizen alienation felt the cold: Khalil louafi  السبت 30 يوليو - 20:41 | |
| Citizen alienation felt the cold: Khalil adequate
Date Published: 07/30/2011
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Breezes take you to love the warm soil
Thick with pictures of the meaning of life in the paths ...
Motherhood lost ...
You may not be struggling with the fatigue of travel ...
To the provinces of loneliness excess
I am overwhelmed by a sense of migratory birds ..
To the nests of the new birth
Pleasant emotions are not far from the shores of my dream
Small ........
Not watery brown cheeks on the banks ....
Viridans nights herbs humidity ...
Sunken to see old faces
Delirious feelings on the pillow the first heaven
Atelmus strings Almassahfah hectic ...
Anfgrat of tears from the source branch
Weak on that tree Albasagh
In the arteries of my heart .....
Weird and place in a spirit of fear from their bodies
Tatrini surprisingly long meeting
This place is unbearable ... and do not face similar
Knock Dvat heart transparent
... The rhythm of voice my mother and younger siblings
Like the hills on the morning coffee ...
Noise and fun facilities for the bustle of life
Watching with eyes that know ...
Feel that life is restored luster of a new
.... And the lost child in us ..
Back tears on the surface of water
... Do not be afraid, and I have ...
Have my lap the whole of science ....
... Life is distributed to those in their home countries Aghtrbua
She approached a little ....
Watchful eyes watching you
... To the sound of rain ...
Is looking for a port ...
Relief ... a few tears crying sky
.. It is a critical question into exile ...
Cloak of grief the last
Yao I woke up ... ...
Waxing birthday love and the beginning of spring
Remember the scenes comedy ...
In places that you know that ... and do not know
Mixed pictures from memory Fugitive
Eroded over the years ... and cruel exile
Fear not, and I have ...
Is still in the rest of life ..
I realized that the sky was the gift of God's creation ..
... And to secure eternal sun ...
... But that does not know the meaning of giving
.. And the bosom of Mother Earth drawn from life
I remembered the smell of dust and places
Alienation need to be heated
Chhanha familiar sounds and the family table
I remembered when I was a kid ...
The balcony of my house does not leave the sun
06/23/2004 in Tangier ... north Bride
Poet and writer Khalil adequate | |
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