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Colors

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  Z. Azzabi

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Colors are cool tonight

Athens is drowned in its daily

Stupidity

The same steps falling on the same side walks

Light mist looming in the air

And in the brains of the usual

Sleepwalkers

Hash dealers

Aimless loafers

Poor streetwalkers

Late drunkards who piss their life

In dark corners

I told you

The same Athens that has been here

Thousands of years ago

* * *

Another day coming thru the dawn’s crack

Circles of blue smoke

Neat and beautiful

A dead singer’s voice coming

Thru radio waves

About a North African hopeless

And fruitless love

Stands still in the middle of the air

A prisoner sings to the tune of

His cell’s bars

whistling in the wind

Challenging turns and spoils of time

The same sidewalks

Charged with arrogance

Wrangling

Trying to denerve time

Breaking light’s rays in half

Open the door for the movable feast to come in

From the split of time

Athens soaked in rain and smoke

And a smell of temporary

And short-ephemeral joy

In the heavy stale air

Clean clouds as if right out of a washing machine

Or a new TV detergent commercial

Circles of open and clandestine grass

Encircle your lungs and brain

Deleting hope from all horizons

With a generous open hand

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My family and friends in Libya did not die in vain

محمد المصراتي

Memorabilia

زكري العزابي

Run, George!

نجوى بن شتوان

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