The Ungrateful Age that Blossoms

Isn't it that life has marvelously put itself, idem, joy in intervals of time where you take measurements towards young people - young girls - and young men, with the aim of knowing where there are the discoveries, being poems according to fantastic images, after very long and difficult trials, in order not to go too lion, these are words arranged in a lyrical language, which take me with the rarity which only costs everything that is very dear on a thread between fiction and winking rhymes, I become in a boat to which there is no signal to sag into the ladder or turn back.


Arguably, this is no gain stuff in the target being “the word”.

By discovering as if there be browser

In an era that runs fiercely with pettiness.

Now, all this is in front of incredible hypocrisies.

Those who have hardly passed obediently, because they deserve success, success having the upper hand

With an immense hope that this work addressed to young girls and boys is a rare fruit and a long stride in the face of all that, all the irons and fences that put me on the margins of Arab readers.

By filing a case: why is he looking for me from this narrow angle?

Delusions, let alone fiction

Is this hazard really my healing?

By blooming: “the rose of young ages”

With the aim of starting other tests, more extra large and efficient where they remain midday daydreams?