Where is Hasan?
There are those who ask about the sea
Some people went in search of Beirut
There were people entering the tents.
And there are people who just lose their laughter:
Look at Hasan!
Haida Al-Hassan
These are the voices of the beloved
and misfortune
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What used to live in transitional houses?
I live in Dardar, village and Hakali
and higher ..
Bird wings and cloud habitat
And he could not understand why the days of childhood were wasted
God for real then
What does he know?
How does flat time happen?
On an apricot tree… and weakness
play in the sun
balshty playing
Aaa Edo Emu Bread Kneading
He is on the brink of Chela Tiyab’s poem.
and boring dance
And fell here, they messed up
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Sometimes as a bride … and sometimes as a cover
And I have children
Save all that God sang and wrote
And let our imagination run wild
Far from the ghoul and stupid goat .. and son of Dhi Yazan
Haida Al-Hassan
Thief, unknown person
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And the shepherd was feeding on the cloud of places
And the faces of “green blood” ..
And the deceiver in your heart
Tell the cruel night of nature
And a procession of trees sing under the moon
And they reject the weather conditions
and passed
I have gone astray a hundred times
And he didn’t know how to break
And she whispered with his permission .. he said: “You look happy”
On every leaf of poetry in all cities.
I don’t know what I look like
mad? sober? Black and white?
At one point he attacked the color
They are hungry… paintings that are nothing but entertainment
And the earth is intoxicated with the music of sorrow.
it’s good
When someone picks up a pen, I wear my shirts
Get a shoarbu pen and gogo pen
Wearing a scarf made of Al-Khayyam mud
“Hawnee Mutrahi,” he said.
On that day, the drawing of the tomb was moved… and made public.
And this is good
Hani and Tito pray for him
And apologize
They saw… I was sending a message
They said:
Don’t worry about me, my soul is safe
And those with them… must bury the corpses!
And Hasan once said, breathlessly:
“Where am I going home?”
Damn oh Hassan
I hid everything in your smile from us an amusing answer
Now we know how you sold Khaldani.
On the skin of the onion from the bank of Hakoratka
Don’t miss … the grave of Inang Bayan.
Source: Al-Akhbar
