Books author - "Youssef Rzouga"
All evidence points to suicide. And surprisingly, he began laughing continuously. - “I love her”, he blurted out “but those clouds are a sure sign of a storm”. He was carried bodily to the door.
...When you sit down at him, you lose all your expectations : he is a man who tells you about the last scientific inventions, teachers you lessons about computer’s webs… He is a poet who talks about Globalization with a scholar mind …then in a flash, he surprises you by a poem or almost a poem. The word’s magic, images, originality, expression’s recency and worlds’ madness, which contain all those knowledges, troubles and grieves, make you confused. Kamel Riahi
The poem should go in the no way direction The traveller is like to miss-always-a voyage to the fire extreme..to be The distance is like an apple, switness of which is monopolized by the philosophy worm The traveller is like to be separated from the perfection reaching..by a question The whitness he didn’t step on is like to be.. the knowledge.. The poem should go in the impossible direction
All evidence points to suicide. And surprisingly, he began laughing continuously. - “I love her”, he blurted out “but those clouds are a sure sign of a storm”. He was carried bodily to the door.
...When you sit down at him, you lose all your expectations : he is a man who tells you about the last scientific inventions, teachers you lessons about computer’s webs… He is a poet who talks about Globalization with a scholar mind …then in a flash, he surprises you by a poem or almost a poem. The word’s magic, images, originality, expression’s recency and worlds’ madness, which contain all those knowledges, troubles and grieves, make you confused. Kamel Riahi
The poem should go in the no way direction The traveller is like to miss-always-a voyage to the fire extreme..to be The distance is like an apple, switness of which is monopolized by the philosophy worm The traveller is like to be separated from the perfection reaching..by a question The whitness he didn’t step on is like to be.. the knowledge.. The poem should go in the impossible direction