Dreams in the wood

I don’t remember who I dreamed of last night.But my fingers are until now, shaking.It’s like they’re crawling from shoulder to neck.And the soles of my palm rest on a pulsating artery.My blood boils.And I know I’m a noisy cell in the world’s pale fabric.And […]

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Azim Mulla – NaPoWriMo

Day 21 – Everything and Nothing The last days.A dream close to awakening..The heart does not tryThe last days.The castle at the beginning of the day..Clouds are waiting for a signal to unfold.Dear faces.The first of winter… the last love…I thought to myself: maybe … […]

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Glow worm

I know it’s supposed to be a text about hope, but to be honest, I’ve been trying to write for two weeks and asking myself every time I hold the pen, why did I agree to this invitation, I’m not sure if I have hope […]

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Milonga

I am trying so hard not to mock what is going on around me or to get angry. I try to analyze everything that is happening logically. So, I try to control the tone of my voice, look into the speaker’s eyes, and listen carefully […]

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Abdul Azim Mulla – NaPoWriMo

Day 30 – Passion هذا القلب المحطم.. يحتاج فكرة..الحب أساس الفكرة..النور الذى يخرج نتيجة الكسور… الهيكل العاطفي..الكلمات تصاميم داخلية…اللون أيضا..تفاصيل صغيرة.. عوامل يتطلبها الترميم..الأهم من ذلك.. هو إسقاط الفكرة.. بقلم مجنون..على صفحة القلب المبعثر.. Abdul Azim Mulla

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Rasha Shammas – NaPoWriMo

Day 10 – Freedom جناحان… ولأنني على عكس كل الناس ، أرى في الموت شيئاحقيقا هو الحرية..فلم لا نكون أحرارأولكن!!!!بطريقة أخرى.. تخيل معي، أننا نفنى..إياك أن تخشاه وتخيل..لأنك بالخيال فقط نستطيع أن تتنفس وجه الموت،دون أن تموت، ولأنني امراة خيالية لا ثرى.. ولا ثسمعتحتاج إصيع […]

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Mohamad Darwish – NaPoWriMo

Tag 4 – Inspiration Ich zeichne dich jeden Morgenmit RegenbogenfarbenUnd mache aus deinen Fingerabdrückenein Jasminfeldund lege auf jede Strähnedeines schönen Haares eine Jasminblumeund ohne deine Stimme hat meinen Morgenkeinen GeschmackIch liebe dich als Inspirationsquelle,die jeden Morgen meine Seele bewohnt. Mohamad Darwish

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Generation of Calamity

These countries consider age as a bag of stones, it throws upon you the load of the years that have passed to make you realize its weight, and get used to the fatigue of the age to come. We, children of this generation, have been […]

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The Smallest Size

The smallest size ever always fits me in clothes and shoes. The dilemma of getting the smallest piece in the market doesn’t go smoothly every time. My older sister took the perfect size and left me the smallest ever.In the kitchen, I choose the smallest […]

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