Abdel Kader El Janabi Poems

I lend an ear to the blood
to the dust of Mahomet
with his two arms open wide
I lend an ear to the helicopters' rotors
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Those whose trajectory
traverses the palm grove of names
Those whose soul's reflection
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He is a man
who each night sleeps alone
who each day lives alone
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The river shall flow
and those ones shall then take
without being seen
the antidote and the absences,
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We were children in search of happiness
happiness in search of children
we were the antithesis of a world
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