There are winds blowing in me before the apocalypse in the sky I'm in the secret of the season, butterfly smiles on my hair, which is braided by the broken ones inside me. A contract from time to time: the slopes of the city, where love is wrapped up, I am a traveler, the words wrestling on the cushion hidden in my chest of loneliness. I don't get it sometimes. That dynamic climate hidden inside me when I know the treasure. The wrath of the glances that I sent to the sky in…
I fit a whole life in one night and the universe in a heart Ambiguous shadows, As the rush of a non-metaphoric love What is the life i live It will obviously not be enough to tell all these tales. More than i live Thousands of dreams I've had Engage in love Maybe for tomorrow Behind the scenes of a secret to give The final whining of the transparent soul The self that will figure out the earth again What is it to live blindly? The words of loneliness are hidden While in my…
I have sworn to be the guide of the love hidden in people's nature I knit my destiny from the fire of my dreams and the rest of my idle feelings is beyond imagination. I'm kind of a season. I am my love and its compass, unknown, sometimes I add stalactites to love, sometimes the stalagmite is the season, maybe your heart. My words broke from the hook of my heart, but it was not enough. Whatever I know. I know how to take the Throne. I know love. And my poems and words while…
I got a smile that pierces love and eyes that can disqualify grief What remains is a stampede: ignorant images and memories hidden in my intuitions, the sentinel of the world with subtitles in the course of a simple dream. It was an unintentional shadow. Before my hardened heart Afterwards, the lines were ambiguous and ambiguous, large-bodied men. Elephant memory is life, gigantic couplets are hidden at the bottom of the chest. Another day and farewell, which I do not think…
My tree of love that I planted with the sun that never goes out inside me My turbulent basket of emotions and the wind of love, and here I am my muse in inspection, imitating trees. Never a me that the sky is tangent to. I'm never a trap for me. Many memories of yesterday, many shouts left in my heart. While the sultan and compliment of love, poems are at the stop of hope. My eyes and the ocean inside me are fond of the periphery of love to the last year. I'm not getting…
My captivity to love is superior to the child inside me Now I'm standing in a miraculous place When I live in a snail's body And my world is moving very slowly. Other than the freckles on my face I don't have a rebel in my life. I am in the bed of dreams, my mother and my words are not just orphans... My mom, I can't get enough I planted smiles for a lifetime, and the pains I swallowed were like sticks and here is my pen, my walking stick, and sometimes people who pass me by…
I loved the loneliness and the absence of You I loved the loneliness and the absence of you! In the steaming smoke of love, I stack couplets in the city. The season in the eyes I fell into a deadly sleep. Before every dawn My soul was the forerunner of your beautiful heart I was in love with every color Because my colors were slaves of love. I was a hasty wind bouncing off the roads. What idea are you for, my dear self and you, my dear friends? Is it a love? Of course, as I…
No one knows how crowded my soul is All I wrote is the product of a defeat, but it is never a mistake... All my poems and images are the invitation to the happiness that I postponed... I am the wind. I am love. The endless shrieks and loud words of my heart are because I have opened my heart to the pain and the pain that I couldn't open many times when I was familiar. My accent is love. My search is the Creator. It is the oath that I took an oath and read hundreds of times…
My soul is exiled from my body like a bird My dreams... Neither quiet nor miserable. My demands are not in favor of what I offer. I have a flexible body, but when I yawn I don't relax because I feel like a relative string is strangling me. Whether it's the new year or a new day, I'm stuck in the queue but it just doesn't happen: My soul is exiled, my body is rigid. I am full of shame. My excitement was replaced by delusions. Is it my temple? Don't make me laugh, my dear, if…
I think I am one of the most deserving people of love I wish peace without a point. If people don't have to be quick, how can I present what I can't say? I am a reasonable dream, my dear and a cheeky tongue bird addicted to loneliness. My words cause indigestion and I drink every emotion I resent with love... Just wait, death. Even wait too long. I'm already waiting, especially when the mind and discipline are the guides of being a student who has not been able to complete…
My nightmares cure and the sun rises on my skin at night Hold your hands, I am a willing lover of my dreams and of the facts that I have been slaughtered more than I dreamed: I am a enchanted sun hidden in the ground of love, I am a pancake forgotten in the market. Your journey is your life. Your sad songs. You are a hidden channel in my prayer that I read and blow every time my poetry cramps, and you are a completely transparent being from the subtitles in the bulletins. I…
I don't lean towards tomorrows anymore and I just live in the moment I'm calling from the edge of loneliness, but I don't know to whom this cry reaches. Who is there that I can talk to? I am like a flower blooming in the springs of my mind, and every time I fade, I am aware that the air I breathe will not be enough. If I have to present a theory, I also know that I have to dig in my lower memory, after all, my life consists of teachings and advice. I've been betraying my…
My life spent in the nooks has a smile that I dedicate poems to My dreams got cramped. For a lifetime I did not give a damn about the words that were steaming on my stove. Snow was falling on my being, locked and clenched in silence. The laments I lit had no limits. I ordered a smile to the universe and it was delivered to my door The cargo was not to open the inside, maybe I should have thrown away all my feelings and the package that came, after all, my soul, the world of…
Reality slapping my face and my eyes piercing skyscrapers I am on the trail of a bewilderment that gives way to dreams, and my secret presence, perhaps my pale smile hidden in my lines. At night, I get a bruise report on my poems with a large print depiction of loneliness and aching joints. If I have a rank: I am human. I'm not offended, I've never been offended, I'm just in love and addicted to the sky dome with my blue cloak. My words froze, like my hands, like my heart. I…
I pile my poems in an ashtray and apply my feelings to aphorisms condemnation Keep your dreams hidden, I didn't have blues... Hide your orphanhood, don't forget that the veil you hide in is actually the veil of longing, and you have that white wedding dress that you gave up wearing, hanging down from the bottom of your longing to the happiness you longed for. Love is only for one person in my world and freedom, which never crosses paths with my subject, is at the heart of…
My life beyond even a dream and my fictional world as a child I didn't know I was a prisoner of a dream. This is what was left of three or five shouts hidden before me, your dreams for the sake of which I wasted my life. A dream factory is hidden inside me and I am like an elephant forgotten on the dream bench, I am like an elephant in every phase of my life and I am lined up in the phases of dreams like a relentless disease. My imaginary faculties, I jump with enthusiasm in…
I'm growing my dreams about you in my eye sockets There are dying words in the folds of my mind, and while I am strewn with an undeniability to which I owe my absence, each one of them I have been dragged into another from the emotions that I have skipped in the course of the climates, while I ignored the anger sprayed at me from the sharp-tongued demon with that invisible and unknown side of my mind hidden in the trench of my axed mind. Did I have to question which dream…
I have postponed dreams that I write poems from my dreams to my life I'm after an abandoned word, when you know; that he understands me. My tawny heart, my admonish words and my forehead, that I desire nothing more than. Maybe it's a postponed dream, maybe whatever I have in the field of my inner world, where I compose poems from my dreams about my river life and dream of a journey about the harvest of the crop days and leave it fallow. Sometimes I wish to be a dot, or…
The expression of silence, lightning flashes in your eyes of darkness Don't hide yourself and be yourself, my dear muse. You are the contributor of the night and the other half of my existence and what I want to tell is never limited to you. I'm a featherweight soul and quite stout. There are shabby shadows near me, far from me, genderless. There are women clinking bottles with their dirty bodies, and there are children, each one like candles that go out in the shadow of…
I try to respect the world and keep my humanity alive My words have no race! Just like I don't have pain, it's actually a rationalized assumption, a time period called life and lost in the periphery of dreams. I have never been on the side of the reasonable, because at first I was opposed to myself, moreover, my path crossed with the opposition wind and the oppositional world: I lived and loved for a very long time with my eyes closed. More than just anxiety hovers inside…
There is nothing I haven't done to adapt to the outside world I guess I'm a relative bird addicted to the delusional world! The blood dripping from my sore wings. On the other hand, my non-theoretical life and my abiding by the rules. While there is no doubt that it is a troubling dilemma, and somehow the notion of doubt has always been a part of my life, and now I will be free from doubt and rewrite my milestone with my upright stance. More than an outdated life. The rage…
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