• Human flesh

    Dear Human, you’re only human flesh. For you women, children and old people who suffer in ignorance and silence of all and yours also, you are -in the eyes of…

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  • One day, our babies…

    One day our babies will be grown. When they will fly, I will look back at my life. You will succeed in your career. Your two kids will be married…

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  • Little ghost

    I don’t remember when it was. I don’t remember where I let you. It seemed for an moment I have let you in a plane from Bukavu to Cairo. Don’t…

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  • Drifting

    Breathing stops. Snorkeling. Nervous hand but paralyzed. Heart bits without rhythm. The gaze doesn’t know what to stare at. I seek. I don’t know where. In blank but oppressed. Full…

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  • Beige is not a color

    Mass small grains infiltrating and interfering. The sand passes through the window and fall cynically on the table I use as a desk. A dust filter separates my hand from…

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  • Cairo (con)fusing

    Once, one told me « Egyptian don’t drink alcohol, they smoke hashish. They are very religious but harass women in the street. Their wives cover their heads but wear sticky skinny…

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  • My eastern days

    My eastern days… Are the coal on veil of anonymous women and copper on manes of women with red claws Are the throbbing and hypnotic call of the muezzins, Are…

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  • Your life

    It is not very long time as I live. However, until now, each of my breaths was a story, a summary of humanity, a life itself. Every wink, my eyes…

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  • M.D.

    He is not a lesson, he is a reminder. I wrote before in a note for my organization’s website that his notoriety doesn’t come from his speeches to this World’s…

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  • Kiss kiss. Bang bang.

    The kiss announces the slap. The slap after the kiss. You have trained me as a beaten child, to feel pain enough to not be afraid any more. If I…

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