Why Does My Bearded Dragon Have Warts

Mohammed al-Ahmed Ouled Sghaier (1)

...... I have no problem

I have no problem
Any cat that I saw only stray

I embrace You're my son, the Grand
And going back ... In my solitude


Never
I have a problem
After ten green bottles
which I will do the groundwork for my perfect city
And appoint my commensal headed
Then dictate my poetry
I will bring soldiers to their duty And me sentimental
go ... Forgot my glass
A

I have no problem

When I am dead Only
have walked behind me my pen
My shoes
And the dream of the executioners
I now resume my tears
the River
From the sea From his cheek

the thirty years without joy
From moisture ear

I have no problem

If the heavens are seven

Or if they are five
The rain will come And the land

If they are seven
Five
Or
They suffice to men

I have no problem

J will go and see God alone And tell him


My love I want a place that bans land

Hell And Heaven

Never
I have no problem

When the flowers irritate my pockets I
draws with the pen
And the flag ... And when that flag
bare my son I torn
Star Star
While I sew their nakedness
While I embrace the earth without naming God

I have no problem
I have no problem

trad. Tahar Bekri in : The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard