Morocco, a country I love very much. I have great brothers and friends in poetry, novel, philosophy, criticism, mysticism, music, plastic art and theater. I have been honored by dozens of its great creators and critics for criticizing and reading my poetic experience.
When I walk alone or with friends in the streets of any Moroccan city, I feel that this land is mine, and I am one of them. I have a legacy, a letter and a lost, forgotten anthem for my return. It gives me a presence, an intimate and an old saying: The place is with its people, and the people of Morocco are civilized and generous in everything,