LOVE FRONT
What we learned was the love of novels, short stories and poems.
with poverty, frustration, and narrow horizons, we have begun to fall in love, to ease the terrible, and suffer much more easily.
Although we clung to that love which has no life and existence outside of books.
Losses in love destroyed many us, wandering in a scattered, and did many other disappear.
Nevertheless, from time to time there appears a certain warrior, a young in many cases, waving a tattered flag,, mocking the crushing weight of reality, and its bloody grinding mill.
seems confident that his anxiety is the most valuable car "Mercedes", which beset the poor girl, and that the true feelings are a deadly weapon
which is sufficient to draw the battle outstanding.
We disabled victims of this war sentiment our scars,
drink good wine in the meantime with prostritute anonymous in dark pubs,
and compassionate every young person who rises from the suburbs of the city in the saddle ell ditalento poetry, and inserting in front of the defenseless .
* Abdel-Ilah-Salhi: contemporary poet, born in Beni Mellal, Morocco.
The English translation is so bad, I know, but you do not understand how he is, one in French from Arabic in Morocco, French is the second language.
Fortunato who knows English well may have a translation of this poem that I find beautiful and timely.
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