The poem Damascene These are Damascus .. and these are the cup and Rest Pil I love .. and some love slaughterer I Damascene if my body Cheranm Sal for him .. Grapes and apples If you opened my veins Bmdatkm heard in the voices of my blood started to Heart transplant cures some of the admired And to my heart - if I liked - surgeon But still okay Dar Fatima Valenhd Mestanfer .. Kohl Sadah and that the wine -scented fire here .. Is it the eyes of women Sham , mugs ? Sham minarets crying as Taangueni and minarets , like trees souls of Jasmine, rights in our homes and shot the house where the rest fall asleep .. coffee grinder , part of our childhood , how to forget ? Perfume and fragrant cardamom this place ( Abe Moataz ) .. expected and face ( winner ) .. sweet and Mah My roots are here , my heart is here , here to my explained how ? Are you in love note ? Km from Damascus sold Asawrha even Agazlha .. and key hair came oh willow apologetically Is tolerance Haifa ... and Wadah ? Fifty -year-old . Adzaúa and scattered over the ocean , and on the horizon , lamp Tqazvtna sailor does not have the banks and Tardtna .. demons and ghosts of d fight ugliness in my hair and in the literary Noir opens up ... and cups What Arabism look like a widow Alice in the history books , Wedding ? Hair and what will remain of originality ? If he took up a quorum and Maddah .. And how to write? And closing the mouth , every second , a serial killer comes to you Carried my hair on my back .. Vatabna What remains of the hair , while the rest ?
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