Once the horizon whinny immerses
In the disappearance of sunset,
The shadow of twilight,
Combs his long hair,
And the moon,
The sobbing of his eyes wrapped with the clouds' paper.

The sea inhales the dark dusk,
His mirrors,
Fear of the successive days
The nosebleed of time!

Rocks of the black pasturages,
The shadow of the thorn bushes
And the green color dances in the horizon
Courts the tree's branches
That paralyzed its fingers
On the broken edge of the drought rivers.

The echo's air-conditioner
Pulsates in the abysmal valley
And the hums of the mountains
Unruly horsebacks.

By some of this sadness
The past is sated with the legend of an imbecile,
And the sky's wind
raining ragged time
A sparkling chin started...
A sun,
Stars dancing on her light
With no return.

On the mien a bird where I once loved the spring prays.

I reveal with my time
Between the first dilemma... And the second!
We burn together as barbecue for cats and dogs
In falsification of mazes tattooed by the disease of grandeur.

_ In what stupidities in that mirage does the summer knead
In eyes of the ruin
Mercilessly!?

A harp of angelic clouds
The clairvoyant sinew its strings
They fill the passed on boredom baskets for the peaceful death,

Faces reveling endless days
Tattooed by the gasp of thirst
Followed by the mill's crows
Desecrates the golden harp's note

The misfortune of blind claw
Dangles from the ceiling window…
What kind of virus catches the insurgence?
Never ending bounty cries
And the fifth lane's tanks
Cheer with red shirts!
 

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 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely