To be conscious is an evil being walking
Ask an insect on the seashore jumping
From one end to the other drawing
A wandering circle
I observe shy steps of a....
On the seashore, one spicy
The other soft like the strangeness of a....
Of a singer packed of words without odors or breasts
I would have to engulf myself inside
Inside one of her fingers to feel the load of life
An albatross flew to the sun
I heard almost the congealed sound of its wings
Revealing exclusively to me:
"to entrance, my friend, is to burn one's wings
resurrection is there, worry not, they will be beautiful".
El Mahdi Qeraz (born 1981) Morocco
Source: Textbridge
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