I want a clear enemy who is fit to curse and curse
And soldiers cheer for their return
Defeated or victorious
And martyrs, not victims
And an anthem
And a memorial...
I want a place in the heart of the country to comment on
A memorial photo of a family that did not survive death
I leave the task of pinning medals of honor on the chest of the tyrant to war.
I want a war that resembles a war
And an enemy is the enemy, without a mask, from the clay of this earth
And a poem I write in praise of the fighter
Not in Venetian satire!
I want to write grass,
The grass that will grow on the iron of the cannons!
I wrote you with an alphabet of letters like a soul reciting with the calmness of its stillness
And with the noise of its radiance, and the trembling of its fear in your absence, and it is completed
Her look, the muteness of her words, and the melody of a bird flirting with space
And with an eagerness to meet, extending to no end..
About the book
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The content of the book includes literary texts and thoughts that describe a woman’s loving emotion and the sincerity of her feelings in situations of confession, dialogue, anger, absence, and memories, in sophisticated language and a style that respects the reader’s taste and thought, to confirm that love is a need, life, an outlet, and the beauty of the soul.
It is a book written by a woman... expressing a woman's feelings... for a man's heart to read.
January 2018
The convoy continues:
In this poetic version, you will enter my crazy world with my consent... You now have a permit that gives you the right to delve into the secrets of my soul... some secrets and feelings... and a “washah” through which you will learn “the meaning of passion”.. and you will master the “language of the eyes” to read “The Look of a Magician”. And you step into the “first dance” with all your might.
In this version you will see a woman whose heart takes her wherever she wants.. She once lived in a state of “steadfastness”... And she walked again “beside the wall”.
Despite all the pain, you will see “my mother’s face” that speaks of love.. You will see roses among thorns.. and love in times of war.. and hope despite the pain..
