Here they are-my tribe descending from the heights of the past- dust- colored gray eyed
Winds of the future lash them towards oases populated with rainwater
Here they are - like locusts of imminent drought coming from the last lands of ...
Las mujeres en este país son estatuas
Han sido esculpidas en roca
Sus corazones tienen montones de vacío apilado
Sus caras son de piedra y no tienen rasgos
O deviously shrewd man.
Do you know that your companions have now pushed you into your demise?
Your blood is still trickling over the sand.
They returned your sword to its sheath, after you were injured And before the end of the bat...
The one with evil under the pit of his arm (Ta' abbața Sharran) is chased by the whirlwind
he races the sound grouse birds to the water streams
which will soon be engulfed by the whirlwind
Ta'abbata Sharran comes, without evilness u...
To my friend Askar Qrushy
Welcome Welcome my friend
In the desert you can Say
One, Two, Three
The baton,
when one day used brutally by a cop, ran
away from his grip to a tree,
where it became a new branch
When in the heart depression resides
and you pass like a cloud through my mind,
in my eyes the whole wide world
becomes fly-sized.
He go like when he carry
Agoat in this darkness
His eyes like a hall of pistol
And his heart atimed polite
Where ever the senses narrowed
The vision will be wider
When ever a material is hammered
Will be a stronger and shine
The bird who visited Me at night
In the end of that night scaped from my open window frightnley
He landed in my small bred
Handle it and fly
When will the promised
pony come, people
ask and ask and more
And more people are
What pain
When the heart darkens gloomily
Thick clouds
come crowding my mind, densely