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Re: في شوارع لندن مع.....نيرودا (Re: ibrahim kojan)
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the title is: POETRY and it was at that age ...poetry arrived, in search of me. I do`nt know, where it came from, from the winter or a river. I do`nt know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words,nor silence, but from the a street i was summoned, from the branches of night, ubruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there i was without a face and it touched me. ######### I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and some started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and i made my own way, deciphering that fire, and i wrote the first faint line, faint, faint, without substance, pure nonesense, pure wisdom of someone who know snothing, and suddenly i so the heavens unfastened,,, and open, planets, palpitating plantations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I INFINITESIMAL BEING drunk with great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt my self a pure part of the a byss. i wheeled with the stars my heart broke loose on the wind.
الاخت سودانيه.. هذا النص لك كوجان
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