ادخن بشراهة , بدلت السعال بتنهيدة , جرحت لساني بشفرة القهوة , صار نزيفي مر 

 الضباب ما سر  حزنه الغامض ؟

لا ابحث عن نجاة , لكني سئمت التاريخ , لوعرفت ميلادي لأشعلت الليل صراخا محتد , ولو عرفت موتي لعقدت انشوطة حذائه عن لا يتعثر

اتذكرهم جيدا الى حد انني لم اعد أسأل عنهم , تماما مثل الارض حين تراك , تسألك انت من اللذين في باطني ام ما زلت تمشي على وجهي 

You can say

You can say that they are desires of life

Their souls can dwell in you and resort to them

But they left, leaving you with an endless road

Whenever you felt painful nostalgia

Tribes come to you from tears

They shine brightly in your heart

They have identified their places for you that you cannot pass

And not all intentions are valid

Your grief was a story about your bleeding wound

Stories were the last way to die

The light was their speech and in their lips longing

 They never forget that you loved them

And they realized that they are the clouds that return whenever they want

You should not call them before they are about to come

That happens forever

And if it seems to you from far away

Prepare the eyes for the water on the pages of your eyelids

But you will never narrate

عن 

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