Only fourteen pages, or perhaps a few lines are enough.
A different and dangerous experience until I know which is more important: what we said so that it would be very simple memoirs suitable for publication, or what we said over long periods, most of which was not for publication.
Like life, all details are important, but what we leave behind is just a small trace.
القرية التي حلقت فوقها الملائكة. لم يزعج الهدوء شيء حتى وجدوا جثتها في أعماق البئر. قالوا إن الجن قتلها انتقامًا من زوجها، أو ربما قتلت نفسها، لكن لم يفكر ...
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!
عن ماذا تتكلم رواية الدوائر الخمس؟
الدوائر الخمس رواية فانتازيا تدور احداث الرواية في نهاية الثمانيات من القرن العشرين حول خاتمٍ ما! يتناقل بين العديد من الاشخاص ليقلب حياتهم رأساً على عقب مروراً بفترات زمنية مختلفة وفي دول متعددة.
