The dancer of war

Wait for me! We will meet after the winter I told her We will meet with the sunrise When the cold leaves our bodies Above the saddles On the paths of lovers We will meet when the snow dissolves from our dreams Between meadows Such […]

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Home doesn’t seem to fade

Damascus 1 The walls fall down around me. They back off. The smoke rises, and the mold blends with the bowels of the earth and sets in my palm. I am a tourist here; I don’t know what to do that would be worth the […]

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Superheroes

The real heroes are always known only by their narrow surroundings, and in front of the inability of the human soul to discover that supernatural hero, movies have appeared for adults and young to tell us about Superman and Spiderman and Batman. The question is: […]

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The right hand of a tardy person

Hope is the burden of the future. I can, in so many words, start whenever I want, but you won’t believe my character. Because what I am looking for requires some kind of authority, that’s why I try to mock, ironically, what is going on […]

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My hero

Even when his body is here, I do not know in what worlds his spirit is flying, and I did not know how he managed to shake off this body, all the crumbs of the ages. and to make it a bed where his spirit […]

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Nostalgia

The great poet Mahmoud Darwish says: “Nostalgic is a scar in the heart, and the fingerprint of a country on the body…” This is what I noticed when I looked at my body from the inside. I was full of fragments of nostalgia, as if […]

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Mold is filling everything

I am filled with a hidden feeling of immortality, a feeling that everything I love is going to the end without me. I wasn’t experiencing a sudden mania when I asked for just a piece of paper to write. They sell apples like this and […]

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About depression

Fortunately, I am depressed, so now I see things as they are, or at least I see Damascus as a little girl who is wandering and laughing and I laugh with her. And fortunately, I do not care now about the sounds of explosions, I […]

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I cried too much

I cried too much On simple and small things I cried and I know that grief is great to cry And that crying is like a ring of keys Ringing in the pocket of grief And they both sleep in a room overlooking the empty […]

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