quarta-feira, 11 de abril de 2007


I rise from under the ruins
Climb my pride
And reach to the surface . . .
The zenith of pain
From memory I build up a fortress
. . . and from monotony.
I wrap myself in expectations from above
Before I resume . . .
My falling.

Fatiha Morchid, 2002 ( tradução de Norddine Zouitni)

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