My deep fractures
Far from mine, of my land
I've been looking for love in you
Who strike me dead, reading my letters
If I die, know
I've given everything
My patience, my wisdom
Hiding in my faith
To protect my be
And above all that you have confidence in me and in my letters
Oh you the time, you're only denial
Indifference my years, you dress
All I wanted was a little bit of love sincere
Arise and enlivens my window
That life is a rai on my face
That the smile that draws on my sad lips
What, when, if and where and why
Find an answer
In The Creek where sink my wounds
That I think through my letters
If I die know that the wind from the east
Is my witness
And that love moves every morning
And mixes
In the blinds that drape the windows
My modest window
The wind is refreshing me and goes away
Brightened up other eyes looked at the windows
If I'm dying to know, that I have suffered too much
That don't have spared me, nor the life
Neither the beings, nor the time
That I'm pushed around, disowned
That my life is a journey of a brave warrior
Oh you wind of childhood
Don't let down my letters
They are a cry of love
Don't keep especially not hide in your parts
Trying to combine them and to the present
Put them back
Oh! My soul traveler
Carried away by the waves of the blue
Where, swinging on the branches
Where dreaming in the mist and in the flight of the seagulls
That my letters, are not a preaching of a priest
They are messengers of love
Who writes with affection with nobility his letters
I hope i will not be tarnished by the time, one day maybe...
Hisnotion Maissa Boutiche, ain bénian, Algiers, Algeria, l 03/10/2015
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