What is left of our dreams, Eternal in the heart and conscience .. ?? Come up and promise .. According to the moments of serenity that we have suffered from the same .. Then we limp on the barrages of

A piece of light on a platter of crystal, a soft rose of lichen, her brow with perfume drops. You, Marrakech Smiling smile, pulling the admiration, a panel of colors glowing bright warmth, a love song,

The time of Brightness Do not close my mouth .. Do not ask me to swallow my tongue ... Literary is even greater .. And the mediator refuses submission and sedition And my pen is used to dry, in front of

The days go on and on, without feeling the flow, and the moments go on relentlessly and without hesitation, and all the lights turn into a mirage embraced by the horizon intimately. How much grief on the

As a piece of cold snow, the morning is sad and free of all joy .. As a storm wind blows, the Amassi continues to be charged with loss, like a galloping torrent, the years of life are meaningless ... Before

This morning, the joy of virgin dances inside me, and the joyful joy of a happy child engulfs me in his first steps on the path of life. This morning my chest fills with the breath of a newborn, shaking

The light in your little feet is a moushy slipper with the color of dusk. The colors of the rainbow, the dress of his mind, the humming of the silver carrots, and his cast on your soft body, the purple

The light in your little feet is a moushy slipper with the color of dusk. The colors of the rainbow, the dress of his mind, the humming of the silver carrots, and his cast on your soft body, the purple

Today I opened my small closet, and took out yellow papers worn out, I lost her years white, and played the hand of time, I got it This is a life that is almost like a passing cloud in the summer. It is

O wretched ones. Dream of the lost heart and the obsession of the mind. How much did he search for you in passing the meager memory? O wretched ones years fold the pages of our love and time referred to

Life is a continuous struggle leading us towards the inevitable end, and between the point of emergence and the point of decline, man lives in deep conflict with the evil soul of the emirate, the temptations

Let us pause for a moment and look at the pages of the past. Then we will regain the longing of the fugitive years, and we will recapture the glow of the days that have been forgotten in our carelessness.

The time of stupidity and frustrations made me a heavy guest in my world. I am immersed in the sludge of silent silence looking for myself on the site of the foot I pay through the successive assassinations.

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My heart filled with scarring My heart filled with scarring and my eyes became bleak I heard my tears scrape, and my eyes were glad What is good, but I gave the good good I have counted the best in me,

Life is a continuous struggle leading us towards the inevitable end, and between the point of emergence and the point of decline, man lives in deep conflict with the evil soul of the emirate, the temptations

This evening, I followed the last episode of the series Mohammed Hayani. In his death, his visitors asked if he was generous with the world or not. The Tunisian poet answered that we are human beings,

There is no doubt that the nerve of life is money .. It is not only upright .. It does not thrive and flourish only in its availability and availability .. Each presence and provide easy life and easy

In terms of I do not know, between my sides I crept With your eyes, castles and meadows Broken With all your pockets, all the pockets of my resistance Captured Here you are now in my heart Has been settled

I say, where did you go? Afanin bloomed in the colors of poems Pumping rain showers The pulse of life And exudes sedition Where did they go ?? There is no doubt that the strength of the rebellion and abortion