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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583352" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>White Rose From The Atlas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Paris <br>Is washing its eyes <br>With August rain <br>Paris is now <br>A woman <br>A Babylonian bride <br>Her wedding <br>Is set on Christmas <br>I hear youyous in Paris <br>And emigrants cheering <br>And applauding <br>To welcome <br>These eyes of marble <br>This is your day woman <br>You will hug <br>Another man <br>A Parisian <br>Black-feet <br>Who does not respect <br>The rain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my little house <br>There are many essays <br>And poems <br>Some I do not feel I need <br>Some are not mine <br>They are still <br>Standing up <br>The way I left them <br>This morning <br>The fireplace is silent <br>Like a grandmother <br>Who knows when she should talk <br>Too many books <br>In different languages <br>Agitated <br>Like me <br>Even your journal <br>As you left it <br>It still keeping <br>Its preferred place, <br>Its blue color <br>And the smell of your burned desires </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first December snow <br>Is falling in a rebellious motions, <br>It is embracing the town’s big avenue <br>And dancing with the last falling leaves <br>Against its will <br>This is not very important <br>The town is not <br>My town <br>I am an emigrant too </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time in my house <br>Is yellowish <br>It creates its own dunes <br>Just to get lost <br>This is trouble my house’s door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before you left <br>This town <br>I drew a plan <br>To settle and colonized this town <br>I planned to build <br>Another Paris <br>A barbarian one <br>So you can take me <br>With your eyes of the Atlas <br>Through its streets of marble <br>And to our Andalusia’s house <br>Then we go <br>And visit mosques <br>Churches <br>And temples <br>To wash our souls<br>With the town’s walls <br>And gates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now <br>And after you left <br>I burned all the plans <br>The town’s saltiness is all that remains<br>And the smell of your burned desires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Atef+Ayadi">Atef Ayadi</a><div class=q>
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Is washing its eyes 
With August rain 
Paris is now 
A woman 
A Babylonian bride 
Her wedding 
Is set on Christmas 
I hear youyous in Paris 
And emigrants cheering 
And applauding 
To welcome 
These eyes of marble 
This is your day woma..."></div>
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