Ict As An Other Poem by AID Abdelhakim

In the train to Algiers, I saw my pure innocence
I approached my early childhood
My heart beats the existence
In the hollow of his cheek, powerful dream m'enfante
Fern pink smile, her voice enchants me
In my heart dance and sing
Its fragrance unchanged, breathe out the past
Tear the soul of a deceased handsome happiness
Milky body dyed
I sweat the sphere, the winter crystal
Nature in a white snowflake end mistral
Dressed in lighter snow

traslate from french poem
She looked at me with a breath Unknown
I whispered in her hair, her bare neck
Good old income
I kiss your lips good Opium brand
Lime should not forget your warm nights serious
My love slaves
Play sweat drops hit her eyelids
Powders warm hot rolling stone
Forget you in prayer
Vibrant my skin my body, soul to the spine
The purest love in bloom in my case fine
A Divine Image