Nudity is just another veil.
~
Naufragé du monde moderne, j’ai pris refuge sous le ciel de la poésie.
~
Longing – a word filled with endless distances.
~
رحلةُ الشِعرِ هذِهِ لعلّها لا شيءٌ آخر غير البحث عن لمسةِ امرأة.
This journey of poetry – perhaps it was nothing more than a search for a woman’s caress.
~
معطرٌ بأنفاسها
الدخان من فمها يصعد
ليملأ الغرفة
بحجابٍ رقيق
من الرغبة
~
In his heart
he feels her beauty
transformed into an ink
that he longs to write back
on the pages of her skin
~
Jalouse
une à une
elle empreinte ses baisers
en touchant les lèvres
au bout de ses poèmes
~
Early morning,
the sound of a rooster
crowing in the distance,
the wind stirring in the tall trees
as a bird softly sings,
your head resting on my belly
with my fingers running
through your black hair.
If happiness ever was
it is this moment.