The Whiteman - Yassine Ouhmoudn

Gone is the world of We—
I is all you ever hear.
Here, the superego lost to the id,
Me, myself, and I—
And let others die.

Absurd - Bouchra Yassine

Soon ...

Very soon, my friend ...

We will discover that all the optimists

Are insane more than any absurdity.

The Cup - Abdellatif Laâbi

The cup is full

And here are the ingredients:

At the bottom a bit of despair

giving life

that after-taste of bitterness

Hallucination - Zohra Mansouri

I emerge from myself, like an exotic bird.

I absorb the strangeness of the place,

Drawing a sea with the bones of men.

The Black Streets - Emmanuel Moses

The soldiers on their way to lay siege to the mountain

stopped here to let blue wine blot out

steaming blood

Metaphors - Idriss Allouch

I guess

What happens around me

The effect of something borrowing

The language of another reality

Laughing Blue - Adil Latefi

Maybe these words make no sense

Maybe they mean everything

Jobs - Mubarak Ouassat

The platanus tree

That grows suddenly in the middle of the room

Bend on me

Like a beloved

I will care for it in my turn

Because I was once

A gardener...

I remember now my past because astonishment

Grows in front of my patient eyes

Because tonight's mysteries lock my eyelids

A City with the Charm A Thousand Beloved - Bouchra Yassine

I am from there
Where quince blossom and chaos presides
Lasting peace ...

Reflections on Death and Life..! - Norddine Zouitni

Death is
a cosmic joke
and deserves
a cosmic giggle…

How to Walk on the Seashore - El Mahdi Qeraz

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

Chapter VIII - Abdellatif Al Ouarari

O those standing by decorating the squares of Egypt,
Peace .. Peace!
From your throats love blooms,
Ah .. just as fire in the soul and balconies:
As a miracle.

The Will to Life - Abdellatif Al Ouarari

If people one day aspire for life
People threw the night in the trash bin,
Lifting the chains on the impossible, and answer fate's call
At dawn, they echoed the difficult melody of Abul Kassim
In two sentences, and said:
To fire, this untrue message,
To the wind, the dream of travel!

My Wound made Ablution of Gaza's Blood - Najat Zbair

The universe is empty dragging its carnage
Darkness occupies the bewilderment of things

I appear on balconies - Abou Chamakma

I appear on balconies and out of domes
and my veil encumbers nobody
for my home is space

How unorthodox! - Mohammed Abu-Talib

Chaucerian breaths
My English breathes;