Bombay Vomited

He! You! The human race! Stop vomiting! My heart is full
of your excrement...
And if the life may be divinely beautiful, you know so
well how to paint it of your bombs' fragment that where grows the jasmine,
it does rest nothing than anti-personal mines and amputations of
children's legs...
He! You! The human race! Look at Yourself !
When you drank up to the dregs in the chalice of your
mediocrity the roted blood of your vocation of the hells !
You rave dangerously on the thread of the balances,
you graze to the heart the tree of life which have been entrusted
to you unwisely...
It is written somewhere, that the last ones will be the
first ones...
Then I say it to you!
You, The human race, you know how to be the last of
the bitches, you will be the first one to disappear from God's plan...

If he does exists...

You have already disappeared from mine...

Sunset Departure...

Sitting in the airport in Tunis,
I’m waiting for my departure…
I ask for a coffee...

Sad morning

There are despondent mornings of days cunning
as the cancer which interfere in the chinks of the soul,
split short of sharp words and of stabs.
Feel again these faults and these wounds by cherishing your soul.
Reconstruct your sphere with a honey of tenderness,
use the poetry and the Amur,
the morning sun, the blue of the sky tinged with silk,
the Life.
Soft.
Be soft with you, Woman.
Do not believe what say the rough voices of the Child-men.
Do not believe these warriors disguised as knights.
Get closer to the Jester.
He, knows the poetry of the Amur, the jokes which make you smile.
And if nobody can caress you, caress your heart of the light of your lips which half-open.
And if nobody sees that you are beautiful look in the mirror, you will see the Beauty there.
And if nobody sees that you exist it's not important.
In your Realm, you are Princess.

...My sister writing

My sister...

Woman in the women's multitude,
Wearing the women's flag in her broken heart...
Sister of all sisters of the world
who never see the light
at the end of the tunnel,
Human being digging her life
as digging a grave...
Where is the bliss that she deserve,
as much she's been carrying with courage and self-denial
her part of the mankind's destiny...

Courage, sisters, courage my little sister...
Your suffering is your light
for few you free yourself from the men's weakness
Your quest will success for few you rebuild your realm...

Coz in the second level of life's flowing,
Men are the ignoramus...
And women the tomorrow's hopeness...

Dedicated to all women heartbroken...

XXX

Desert GoodBye

No Tears
No Cry
No Regret
No Missing

Just a place
I feel inside
I'm letting empty
My footsteps
In the sand
Will forever
Go to eternal
Memory

Single Seat For Eternity

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A single seat

Was waiting for me.

One which have drawn

A place to be

A single place

Was drawn for me.

A seat dressed of white

For me to pray.

One single seat

Was waiting for to be filled

With golden wishes

Of humanity.

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Wish You were There

Pictures at Oung Jmel This morning 7:00 Am