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Our Hearts
Our hearts are panicking in a love
Where hope is without recourse
Where the stream of suffering
Y runs into sleepiness.
Circumstances and horizons
Altered our beautiful seasons
And buried with our souls the euphoria
The voluptuousness and the harmony.
What a misfortune for both of us !
We are damned to a languorous
Lyrism etiolated by the vicissitudes
Life, at any latitude.
Our life would have been a spring
From roses, flowers to prayer
And our heards would have rejoiced
In the vehemence of the night.
When our past evokes,
When our story provokes,
A warm tear obeys
Has a disappointment already languid.
Soothe O ! My only Eve
Our pleasures in dreams !
Let us rejoice in our nocturnal desires
In the lost illusion, in misfortunes.
Moulay Cherif Chebihi Hassani
© All Rights Reserved
Where hope is without recourse
Where the stream of suffering
Y runs into sleepiness.
Circumstances and horizons
Altered our beautiful seasons
And buried with our souls the euphoria
The voluptuousness and the harmony.
What a misfortune for both of us !
We are damned to a languorous
Lyrism etiolated by the vicissitudes
Life, at any latitude.
Our life would have been a spring
From roses, flowers to prayer
And our heards would have rejoiced
In the vehemence of the night.
When our past evokes,
When our story provokes,
A warm tear obeys
Has a disappointment already languid.
Soothe O ! My only Eve
Our pleasures in dreams !
Let us rejoice in our nocturnal desires
In the lost illusion, in misfortunes.
Moulay Cherif Chebihi Hassani
© All Rights Reserved
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