Itching After Gallblader

Aziza walker hope

Inspired Walking in love with Gaston Miron



The Aziza Beauty, Maghreb
Your feet with henna crossed the Atlas Gold
like your skin

What dreams are you, darling daughter
the beautiful look of jet bruised? Your name
you do not seem predestined
You've preferred your brothers, livestock and crops

Dew Fresh, light water lily
You probes the sky and sea for a destiny
worthy of you. The breeze brings you only the bitter silence your god
Aziza, think again: God has not forgotten his daughters

Sunny of existence, your wandering soul is stronger
That palms of your country
Heroin nomad, pilgrim dunes
Before you, the forgotten gardens of liberty!

It argues, on and staggers through the desert
of the unknown.
She left hers, misery
Deserted family promised dowry hungry
She suggested walking, sometimes short and staggers towards
hope ... we told him about the Saudi, Saudi
native tribe where women
Speak It was
sheet, it will root
Exits to bind to one of them It
advance without certainty, nor North nor South
His bottle is empty, but his heart is young and full of ardor
His end is still distant ...



Nathalie Benoit
The September 27, 2004