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Algiers your Image of My Mother Haunts Me

In the turning of murmured words
exchanged
In the Unconcern of my 12 years

In the illuminate alleys
Disobedient
Dauntless we hurtled down

Giddy we sang to each other
pleasures
in some disconcerting caresses

With your swaying movement
I laughed
Of our unsatisfied pressures

Insomniac without being tired
from each other
we rocked ourselves tenderly

This morning some boots of enemies
Tore me off
from your disobedient caresses

Breath Sick Torn one
from the other
Muffled Moans

YEAR 1961
BLADE BLADE
MEMTE[2] HOMRE[3]
LOST
EXILED

From my lost soul
run
tears cries without home

December 21, 2001
BLADE BLADE
MEMTE HOMRE
LOST
EXILED

 

Memté

December 21, 2001 my Mother is away
remote breath Moans from a Mother
whose daughter lost exiled in the abroad
couldn't sit up with
Gap in me
Lost Exiled
Only the Words help my wander
and my Love for Women.

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[1] My country, my homeland.
[2] My Mother, my mom.
[3] My soul.


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