أجلُسُ وحيداً معكِ ولو كانَ بيننا ألفُ شخضٍ وشخص.
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You pull me up when the whole world is pulling me down, and that is enough.
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Rien ne réchauffe sans amour.
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نحنُ دائماً مُغَلَفين بِأنفُسِنا.
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قليل من الشعر ليروي عطش الليل.
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Everyday
life flows a little more
into my veins
at the thought of touching you…
this life becomes fire
and has the name of poetry
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In my dreams I wander
solitary as the moon,
only her eyes call me on and on
to hidden horizons,
to poetry, to wine,
to madness,
to a love so great
it tears open
the whole sky.
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Though I come
with a laden heart,
one moment with you
empties me
of all my burdens.
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Light touching her skin
A halo of poetry
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When I touch you
even in thought
I am relieved
from that dreadful weight
pressing on my chest
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Stripped bare
by this music;
a leaf
left trembling
in the passing wind.
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Between his hands
her body swayed…
a violin aching
to weep
the sweetest music
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The kiss he plucked from her mouth
a ripe fruit, red and bitter sweet,
filled with so much longing that
a tremor traveled between them
shaking the old fault lines and roots
and shaping them anew,
forged along the outlines
of their merging bodies.