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Mustapha Maaroufi, 21 august 2024

A Woman

A woman passed by a makeup store.
The makeup saw her
Then he secretly asked the god for forgiveness three times
After that he went back to sleep the shelf.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 10 august 2024

Shirt

That beautiful shirt hanging
Above the face of the wall
Has the right to rebuke his collar
If it seizes the opportunity of the night
And goes too far in elegance
To the point of obvious exaggeration.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 9 august 2024

And I said:
"For which sky do my suns travel
And convince the sea in my palms to be level?
Is there a sheikh in the tribe
of noble character
Who will exempt my mirrors from the whims of horses?"
Today I should scoop the mud
Under the old shadows
I have come to desire to be a neighbor of the lakes
To throw on the edge of the water a fertile project
To open one day in the face of our visions
Its high windows,
If one day I returned to the sea I will bless it
And sew a shirt of the beginning in his hands
Extend its waves with the dignified screams
To become later able to be
As it is
And not afraid if It wear bright shells on a holiday day...
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The cat ran secretly
To the public street
Saw a bus swaying
In arrogance
And saw a tower that continued to descend
And a woman who revealed herself
While he _ the cat _ began to doubt
About the extent of his ability to meow properly.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 31 january 2020

The Sun

The sun escapes from the daytime tiredness
To fall asleep in the night bed
And at the dawn
The day wakes up
To embrace it
And take it for its new journey.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 29 january 2020

A Position

For the wind
I will open my window
I am not inclining to the right side
There is a cough
A loss
As for the left side
I will remain waiting there
Under the green hope tree.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 19 february 2012

Machiavelli's Table

It is enough for the water

To be a victim

Of the murderous grass,

And for this later

To remain a stranger

On the Machiavelli's table.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 7 february 2012

When The Time Slept On My Hand

The asphalt forgot the roses advent
He threw the guise of orphanhood on the ground,
And from the night water
It started watering the passers-by's eyeballs.
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When the time slept on my hand
The memory was frozen,
Then the presence and the absence became equal
In the view of the eye sail.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 5 february 2012

A Newspaper

Today
I read a newspaper,
In it was half a column,
On a people starving and dying,
The rest of it was :
Photos,
Crossword puzzle,
And faded letters.

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Mustapha Maaroufi, 1 february 2012

A week of A Man from Our Time

Monday:
He sharpens  his dream
By the hone of the  illusion,
Under his arm
He put roses
And a bit of of life's basils
Then goes to his work.
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Tuesday:
He says to the beloved:
Tomorrow, when  the dreams tree  leaves
On our stature,
And the light leapt smiling
In Our eyeballs
Humbly will come the sea
And give  us its waves.
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Wednesday:
From the breast of the clouds he suckles
Five songs,
And by the stone
He slaughters the weathercock.
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Thursday:
He irrigates his memoirs
With the water of trouble,
In the evening
He expectes to be kidnapped.
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Friday:
When he comes to the cafe
He drinks from his cup
A quantity of eulogies
About the  members of his tribe,
And when he goes out
He buries his misgivings in his pockets.
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Saturday:
He goes to  the city bar
And behind him he pulls
The chariot of the grief,
Instills in the field of his body
Seedlings of the wine
To make himself melted.
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Sunday:
His feet take him
Where the nightmares of the road are,
His eyes lurk among the passers-by.

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Other poems: A Woman, Shirt, A Cat in The Public Street, The Sun, A Position, Machiavelli's Table, When The Time Slept On My Hand, A Newspaper, A week of A Man from Our Time,

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