Bint el Nas: Native Land, Land of Exile : Looking for our Territory

Algiers your Image of My Mother Haunts Me In the turning of murmured words exchanged In the Unconcern of my 12 years In the illuminate alleys Disobedient Dauntless we hurtled down Giddy we sang to each other pleasures in some disconcerting caresses With your swaying movement I laughed Of our unsatisfied pressures Insomniac without being tired from each other we rocked ourselves tenderly This morning some boots of enemies Tore me off from your disobedient caresses Breath Sick Torn one from the other Muffled Moans YEAR 1961 BLADE BLADE MEMTE[2] HOMRE[3] LOST EXILED From my lost soul run tears cries without home December 21, 2001 BLADE BLADE MEMTE HOMRE LOST EXILED Memté December 21, 2001 my Mother is away remote breath Moans from a Mother whose daughter lost exiled in the abroad couldn't sit up with Gap in me Lost Exiled Only the Words help my wander and my Love for Women. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1] My country, my homeland. [2] My Mother, my mom. [3] My soul.

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