She's the one who killed me:
A person does not know what is going on in his hidden world
It is tall and beautiful, and when it fell, the sound of its fall was terrifying
It was as if a mountain had collapsed due to his hugeness and strength. He was the type of man whom you felt would never die or could not die. This is what a person thinks when he sees it filling around him with life. He works like a strange device that moves the flow of life around people, so events begin to come to you from every direction. Pleasant events happen to you. He produces life and distributes it without false packaging or illusions. I did not think that someone like him might depart from our lives in a disgusting car accident.
Adam rubs his old rust with the blade of a knife. He scratches the space with tremendous instinctive force. After a period of time has passed since the absence of a second person, the open space has become grayer, and different from what Adam imagined. Here he walks alone, but the old noise still haunts him. A mythical being lives under his skin, making him rub his hands and rub them. His eyelids, he wants to see the light hitting the body of the night with the blade of the knife, and the knife does not seem bold when faced with the thickness of the bohemian bellows that strikes it.
Adam declares, the wires extending from under the neck to the edge of the shoulder are swollen, his face appears congested with blood and the red color invades his place. Adam is now thinking about the crow that hovers around his head, crowing with a sound like the horn of an old freight vehicle. He had previously been told that seeing a crow in the belly of the sky is an omen. It was ominous, so his senses trembled and he turned to the notebooks of the past, and questions abounded in his head.
“History pushes us to questions about its course, which we answer sometimes, and many times confusion remains a prisoner of souls and chance, until awakening comes to strike our consciences through one of those honest creations that refresh memory, such as the letter that Fernando Arrabal addressed in 1971 to General Francisco Franco (President of Spain 1939- 1975) to argue with him about the great Spanish Civil War - as some Spaniards described it - and then about the regime imposed by the general after the war. It is a cry for freedom and a spontaneous testimony from within the fence that shackled Spain in the furnace of war, turmoil, and dictatorship. The message was spread without interruption in France, Spain, and Argentina in
Many publications, the last of which was published in 2011. Sincere satire, pain and heartbreak over a lost homeland, eternal exile, in addition to the life of the writer Fernando Arrabal, which is full of creative productions in theatre, cinema, literature, poetry, chess, etc. All of this makes this book a journey to learn - perhaps - about... “The Condition of Spain in the Age of Grievous Mourning.”
An overview of the novel Azrael’s Handmaid..
The novel talks about a man who owns a gang to practice prohibited things. I likened him to some people who own groups nowadays. How he catches people from their weak point in order to work for him. How he brainwashes teenagers so that they follow his way of life. How he infiltrates people’s minds to do whatever he wants. What will he do with the so-called Badr, who lost all his family in that incident... But it is said that for every strong person there is someone stronger than him, and now, with the presence of the female of life, his path is hampered only because she is a female using her greatness..
The novel is a continuation of my previous novel, “Someone,” but whoever reads it will not feel that it is a second part. He will feel that it is an independent novel from that one.
