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A Request
Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?
Detroit
4/5/2004
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Cachinnate
The port's sleepy eyes ,
Daydream…
The stars hide in his protruding face
He goes around his painful dream
And when he awakes
He takes refuge with the cachinnates of the leaving
sail.
Written and Translated by: Said
Alwaely
Date: 08 / 07 / 2006
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A Mug of Water
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