Nouzad Jaadan, 28 września 2012
I am always walking by the meat
Just to smell not to eat
Is it a life?!..No No
It ‘s teeet teeet
Nouzad Jaadan, 21 kwietnia 2012
In Hamdan garden my shadow and the time set with me on empty seat
The days go on and the travelers packed the sunset in meeting's bag
In the road our shadows pass, the sun has changed
Echoes of our sound come, the wind has altered
Small children there, how I cheat I!
A rainbow 's color they dressing
With witty hair by soil they re running
With embroider hands by chalk they re drawing
Throwing stones in water fountain, the moon dances
Digging the earth clay
The boat's dream sailing
They turn on a phlox in sky
O rain rivers dressed our naked fields, hey childhood !
***
I was and we were a herd, the hope is drive us
The wolf haunted our shepherd, the night dispersal
We were and I was beads, the wind allotted us
To sea, desert, and red dust
One upon time our village burned by love flame
The earth naked, we planted a wergild girl
We thought her a devil, we dancing around the fire
How much the mud puritan on her legs!
We were butterflies on the lawns
did't care about the resident of Bourne
Our dreams didn't know impossible
Hey children!, you will carry my bag one day..
Abu Dhabi-UAE-11-11-2010
Nouzad Jaadan, 21 kwietnia 2012
O wounded bird on an electricity wire pole
Hey boots polisher child !
If you have a white mustache you will be perfect adult mature
How much hopes shine in your eyes?
You lick your wound and sing
You looking for a homeless star in the sky
To hanged it to your soul
The Christmas swing is rounding and rounding
And you stun in the track
Santa Claus is in the other side of river
You pass the streets , the side walk shine your soil heart
Embroidered the face of the world
Your box carries the colors of life
The black tired you
Paste flower on the sun's hair
By your cold softy hands
You will fly , sure you will
Bursa-Turkey .12-2-2011
Nouzad Jaadan, 23 grudnia 2011
i am tired my sweetheart this evening and everyday
i paint all my sorrow with the color gray..
i am walking in this road but how i Harvest hopes
and the month is May
Nouzad Jaadan, 11 grudnia 2011
Returns to the life
The old pain
Onbthe table the lemon do masturbation
And I am lost by parting of the roads
When the old pain
Returns to the life
I must remember
Hey my father!
How was nice days?!..
Whenmy grand father was old tree
As guide for another trees
I remember when I was child
You were catching my hand by your softy hand
Saying stories with your cigarettes
I was disappeared in your fume stories
Are you still smoking ?!
My soul is ashtray secrets
Now I smoke too and say for beauty girls :
Heymy heart!
Ah how I like girls perfume
Forgive me
We are as moon take our light form sunny sky
Forgive me mom
How much you hate smoking
Now in Abu Dhabi I distribute papers to customers about world cup
And with all my pain
I must smile for their
I must sung for their
Even if he does not respect me ..
Ah world.. is it a forks ball..
I remember yes my mother
Are you still thinking about our future
And crying when they say my name
I would ask you about Anas
Anas still coming to our home
And smoking on the road hiding from his father
How was good days !
Whywhen we grow up the sadness increase too
Is it sky building the sadness build ?!
Increasing increasing
Why always we say how we were happy? why?..
Hey my mother!
Are you still watching tv series and ask my sister about what happing?
Hey my sister!
Are you still read books about beauty and save young
And cheat your self by mirror
All mirror is rainbow
All river is Loir Discover
the real by throwing one rock
Hey my sweetheart !
You will come back to me
You will
When you remember me
You like star bright so far
But you disappeared in sunny sky
For every one shine ..
Hey my country!
How I miss you
Do you remember how I burn between your arms
Are your love is killer!
Alas! Even if my country shameful moon
The foreign sun does not burn us ..
Woe memory ..
Ithink made by sponge to pull all the
pain..
Heymemory 's boats ..take me ..take
me
By: Nouzad Jaadan
Nouzad Jaadan, 10 grudnia 2011
By Nouzad Jaadan
My sorrow never dry
Happiness try
Always loser
Why my hopes shy?!
***
When I open my eye
My luck said good bye
Between me and the door
There is abyss like tie
*****
My door knocked strong now
Open door need rose, how
I open, around me thistles
My rose eaten by cow
*****
If I wanted open door
I mustn't scared from shore
Made
bridge need to heart
My heart is summer cloud core
****
I must swim in hole like diamond
Cloud made by fume, that's bond
I walked on the hole, opened the door
It was wind no other told
Nouzad Jaadan, 10 grudnia 2011
by:Nouzad Jaadan
In theparting of roads
The old pain remembers the lights of streets
When Islept under a dark shawl
Counted the stars as hypnotized
Used rubbish as my pillow
And talked to a homeless dog
Hey, fellow! We walk by the restaurants just to feel the smell
Everyday they kick us in our backs
I am like you but there is one difference
I have emotions and you don’t
I am human and you’re an animal
I walk without a track
This is my journey
The lights are turned off and the city is asleep
Except for me
I sit with my silence
My silence increases very quickly
Hey,human! I am like you
Myfate is like a star in the shiny sky
That day I dreamed without sleeping
I saw my country
The sun stood in my face
Like a cross in a church
Like a mosque
Are these dreams guilty?
I sang the losers’ song
On our day of mourning
When we left the country
Night kohl dyed the crescent black
We took a strange route to a beach
The sea was a traitor
The anchors in the sand came and went
Losing us
Wicked sand, oh, wicked!
A hill appeared nearby
The sight of a road with a red carpet was
Incredible, my friend
The eyes, often lying,
Asked dreams about it
Ask the night for any type of suppression model
Reaching for a string of cloth
We wear dreams as dresses without sleeves
Above the knee
Shameful dresses, shameful!
I believe in these homeless dreams
Hey, my friends! Accept me as a weak light
By your side in a dark night
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