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الجمعة، 21 فبراير 2014

I write






I write - by Soulef Abbes

I write because writing is not an amulet

I write so that earth will not cleave and swallow me

I write while the tree is rooting

I write in senility and in anticipation

I write because no one can prevent me writing

I write before getting blind

I write because I feel pity for clerks

I write in order to be closer or farther

I write so that I won’t give up hope

I write with them

I write because I like papers

I write because I loathe words


I write when the nights ends


I write so that I may get rid of the hell of wri ting


I write as I refuse myth and magic

I write so that I may possess all the words


I write as I am helpless before death


I write so that others will read me

I write so that I may hide words and create other words

I write hoping to leap into emptines s


I write as I want to find a solution for death


I write to the alive


I write as I am afraid

I write because I can not stop writing


I write so that I may love myself and others


I write and overlook the gap

I write and think


I write at all the musical times


I write in loneliness


I write the night


I write for writing


I write because writing is a dream


I write as writing is something of no avail


I write as I reject fate

I write as words oppress me


I write because I start to fear loneliness



I write because I am against rationalism


I write so that I may live


I write because I am most of the times silent


I write then I laugh so much



I write because I am alive



I write as writing the only reaction that makes me realize that I ‘m free


I write so that I may get rid of my being


I write so that I may not go insane



I write because I like words


I write because I am in hurry and I have no time


I write because I like books


I write against them


I write while I am in history

I write while I am jumping into the emptiness

I write against your will


I write after lifting the hawser


I write so that I may look for something which doesn’t exist


I write while I am threatened


I write as long as the war still goes on


I write so that I go astray


I write while words are escaping from me


I write because I am neither goods nor considered only shameful genitals


I write because I am in the maze


I write with black ink


I write, write so that I can ignite the fire


I write in the morning


I write under loss


I write till the sun rises


I write as writing is a reaction which is not ruled by necessity


I write as I am against all kinds of Authority


I write since writing is not sacred


I write along with death


I write the desire not its subject

I write after reading


I write my disagreement


I write so that I may play


I write because I’m deviant


I write and I do not want to defend the man as he is not weak


I write so that I may not be like her


I write so that I may not commit suicide


I write while all this space is before me


By Soulef Abbes


The Gateway To Modern Arabic Poetry 

Translated by 

Poet Munir Mezyed - Romania 

Prof. Abdul-settar Abdul-Latif AI-Assady -Iraq



سلاف عباس
الكارافاجو و رؤوسه المقطوعة
( مخطوط)  
2011


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