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!
978-9933-641-97-9 Summer harvest seasons, the colors of rivers, fish and stones, the warmth of celebrations in a small village, a wheat field facing the ocean, and the gentle touch of a small octopus on a bare foot... images that Le Clezio conjures from his early childhood in the region. Brutani, breathing life into it, with a captivating narration, before moving on to tell about his first encounter with war, hunger, and anxiety in the city of Nice.
In this book, the French writer Jean-Marie Gustave Leclezio goes beyond recounting memories, to approach the war and its lasting impact on his childhood, trying to understand the mysterious void it leaves inside everyone who lived through it, and then deeply explains the cultural and historical nature of the “less fortunate” cities in France, It entangles you in love with cities you have never visited
فتأكد بأن ما ستقرأه لن ينال على رضاك
فكلامي سيكون جارح
جارح جدا
جارح حد الطعن
جارح حد الادماء
جارح حد النزيف
ولن أكترث لنزيفك
سأستمتع بالنظر إليك وأنت في سكرات موتك وسأبتسم ابتسامة منتصر
ثم تأكد بأني سأمشي في جنازتك رافعا رأسي وبكل فخر
وأعدك بأني سأشارك في دفنك
ولن أدعوا الله بأن يغفر لك
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