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Hassan Najmi

the window

Nothing remains:
Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.

THE WINDOW

Hassan  Najmi

Hassan Najmi

(Marokko, 1959)

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THE WINDOW

the window

Nothing remains:
Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.
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