A story
Fawzia Ahmed Filali
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part One
I sat in the morning on the usual chair near the balcony of my house overlooking the sea of eyes Watch the awakening of the sun in the shape of the angels withering light Vahha towards the barren land thirsty for the same air nozzle ...
I returned to the past with all my thoughts and anxieties. I was fired into the eyes of the blind, where I was young, Arbel, in the dress of beauty, tenderness and hope. Hard-To-Know (x)
The roaring voice of the hungry woods like this tragic scene and this play, which I watch this morning without a ticket to enter the lounge
This scene shook my eyes and I began to swim for those who created this universe with this beauty and magic that enabled "Hallelujah Hallelujah" .. repeated repeated times until I stopped for a moment.
-Fast Hatini Coffee Cup Please ...
Do not add sugar!
I began to brush my coffee and look at the bottom of my face. I ran it in my hands in circular circles, as if I were a Roman divinity from the Roman country.
I lived moments of hope and appeared to me that blond young man whom I loved by coincidence after meeting him suddenly and without time,
I remembered those evenings we spent together contemplating the sunset on the banks of the Asilah Sea, where many tourists would go to enjoy the sun, sleeping in the sea, gathering the firewood of the day's stories in the night bag,
Covered with all its bright colors and UV rays, types of emotional secrets where most lovers see them embracing kissing kisses and calm touches. Their baby bodies are stuck spontaneously and innocently. In their age, love is dissolved in the organs, as salt dissolves in the water, and the veins of blood flow through the arteries.
Moments are also freed from the fire of an obsession.
I said to myself: Is there still a ray of memory hidden in my heart and a heartbeat that beats the love of an old woman in my age?
The sequel comes after your interaction that you liked.
Fawzia Ahmed Filali
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