Abdelwahab Meddeb (1)
........ WHITE CITY (excerpt)
Man y
vogue in the air where it does not lose the sky and the sea
always up
patio tub that floats between the two blue
that Only two birds tear
three free
wings take you to the range of pine hedges
Profile gardens
arch and the bridge are bodies that extend
bridges between the living and the dead I
up and I descend I go back again I see the shadow of Aya
I hailed another night on the sidewalk
every door she hurried on
it does not turn his heels
resonate and vibrate to silence streetlights
mirror shudder when I hear the palm trees dancing
arcs in the air fall on the floor
black wet with tears
the heart of the mourners cry sound module
they force the thorax around the grave stone
white box that encloses the earth
body of rebel
words together his remains
and deported to the membership for posthumous
Aya I exhumed an old poet who sang
intoxication the bent grass
at the foot of his tomb had a vine believed
[...]
The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Ap Lab Diffusion And Osmosis Report
Florac (1)
I do not speak for days
I walk for hours
Silent
I listen to the sea, listening to the trees
silence as a ecstasy
Silence as a retreat
Silence as a force
Silence as a folly
Suddenly one word springs from my mouth I get
saying a word, single word
miraculous that emerges from hours of silence
remarks clearly truth of truths
But the word that tells me everything about me and the world quickly
I lose, I forgot!
... !
Florac Matches 1953-2003. Horizons
I do not speak for days
I walk for hours
Silent
I listen to the sea, listening to the trees
silence as a ecstasy
Silence as a retreat
Silence as a force
Silence as a folly
Suddenly one word springs from my mouth I get
saying a word, single word
miraculous that emerges from hours of silence
remarks clearly truth of truths
But the word that tells me everything about me and the world quickly
I lose, I forgot!
... !
Florac Matches 1953-2003. Horizons
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Benchpress Statistics
Mohammed al-Ahmed Ouled Sghaier (2)
........... COME
Come ... Or that brings you dream
Come ... I'm lip prohibited
Laying my cheek on yours one year
And sleep ... We will talk more
I am the visionary ... And my ways are three
front or front or front
And you the hands that grow wheat
The sun where peace begins
Come ... After that advance and advance
Come ... Before the dark reaches
For the first mover and my heart shudder
of my body above the marble will be taken away
Here I will open my grave and living will rise
How many lovers love has- Does he resurrect
trad. Tahar Bekri in : The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard
........... COME
Come ... Or that brings you dream
Come ... I'm lip prohibited
Laying my cheek on yours one year
And sleep ... We will talk more
I am the visionary ... And my ways are three
front or front or front
And you the hands that grow wheat
The sun where peace begins
Come ... After that advance and advance
Come ... Before the dark reaches
For the first mover and my heart shudder
of my body above the marble will be taken away
Here I will open my grave and living will rise
How many lovers love has- Does he resurrect
trad. Tahar Bekri in : The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard
Typical Hemoglobin For 2 Years Old
Abdelmonem Ramadan (1)
.............. Invocation (excerpt)
name of the Father the Son and the Holy
the name of God
and sister Nariman. On behalf of Nabila
or Dorreya
behalf of Maha
and members on the temple walls
On behalf of the temple in the name of the angel of repose
When the king came to meet his brothers
It s Honourable wine family
drank two pitchers and played:
My head is forged from pure gold
My eye is a flying pigeon on channels
The locks of my hair undone are black as a crow sitting on a mound
My belly is ivory brocade hyacinth my lips are blue
iris and basil
My hands are loaded with ornaments
[...]
trad. Catherine Fahri, in: The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard
.............. Invocation (excerpt)
name of the Father the Son and the Holy
the name of God
and sister Nariman. On behalf of Nabila
or Dorreya
behalf of Maha
and members on the temple walls
On behalf of the temple in the name of the angel of repose
When the king came to meet his brothers
It s Honourable wine family
drank two pitchers and played:
My head is forged from pure gold
My eye is a flying pigeon on channels
The locks of my hair undone are black as a crow sitting on a mound
My belly is ivory brocade hyacinth my lips are blue
iris and basil
My hands are loaded with ornaments
[...]
trad. Catherine Fahri, in: The Poets of the Mediterranean , Poetry / Gallimard
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