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I am alone. The smoke of my cigarette is bored, and even my seat of me is bored My sorrows are like flocking birds looking for a grain field in season. I became acquainted with the women of Europe, I became acquainted with their tired civilization. I toured India, and I toured China, I toured the entire oriental world, and nowhere I found, a Lady to comb my golden hair. A Lady that hides for me in her purse a sugar candy. A lady that dresses me when I am naked, and lifts me up when I fall. Mother: I am that boy who sailed, and still longes to that sugar candy. So how come or how can I, Mother, become a father and never grow up. Nizar Qabbani
Posted on: Wed, 11 Jun 2014 10:07:42 +0000

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