Before he washed it the sun
Jaguar body was in the darkness of the hill
Did not give him an Opportunity Search from the wall
Shade..
Or camel carrying the weight of his days
But Astons Agvath
Fay under his clothes.
As the head still soft, warm sand Ttrsdh
Of the black hole.
Eyes open Savitan mirror
Swim two blue sky.
No clouds or wings sour Cefoheme
SUN Tsakban light on the fringes
Gaphitin in Bwbwin watch motionless.
He is there, on the hill, the sun gives birth to her days:
Days and other objects of the charred white.
Bakamat hemmed in by trunks absorb cold blood
Sensitive to his face pale
Looking at the memory of the women Bnhod saline
Lips sponge
Women with a sense of smooth.
Looking for inert nights I ate a lot from him
And the houses are pleased to stay there..
The song echoed with the same
We really missed with the dawn, leaving a rug and beads..
The faces of wilted to his childhood friends.
What was important to be left unseen
Cool on a hill..
But the assault led to the death!
Do you die the death of afternoon sun..?
Do...
..........? !
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(Iraq 2009)
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