Written by: Soufiane Lek

Designed by: Soufiane Lek

First edition: 2022

All rights reserved 2022

 written by Soufiane L

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( 1)

In a moment like this, I carry all my sins, all my

dreams, and I remain alone and burned in this
expired country.
Maybe the past drained me and everything faded into
it!
But it does not last, after I throw away all doubts and
erase any question that pushes me to standstill, I
carry what remains of this debris, and I intend to go
where I dreamed.
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( 2)

The picture doesn't reflect anything, you see the

colors dead, the emotions rigid, everything hides
behind a fake smile that lasts a moment!
And life returns to normal
We give a little to ourselves, because it's all we have
And we don't expect anything in return from a life
like this
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( 3)

Spring is gone, leaving beautiful things falling around

me, and autumn meets me as time knows me... I look
like him!
Loyal people usually have no Shelter...
Like autumn we lose everything, and we remain
faithful to this hope.
We complain to each other about many things, things
that only autumn understands, and who was born into
this flawed side of life...
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( 4)

Do you know what a curse this is!

I don't know if I'll stay long or if it's time for the
stranger to continue the path to where he is guided... I
don't know the meaning of home, I don't belong to
anything that makes me an image or a phrase that
looks like me.
Far from everything that changes the course of nature
I am. I belong to loneliness and tranquility.
That missing thing in the midst of this looted land...
Passing between circumstances and curses, bandaging
a wound that is impossible to heal... Hope still leads
me once and sometimes dies...
Just thinking that life is still so long makes me ask, is
that all I have? Is that what I could get to.... Where
are all those dreams that I wrote down in memory....
The greatest curse that befalls man is to live in search
of perfection in things that do not know perfection...
Looking for life in a prison found to die....
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( 5)

Feeling blue, sad without analogy representing me,

sad because I forgot what life is like, because I have
lost what hope is left... I took a path that changed life
for my land and loneliness...
You see the sadness in the hoarseness of my voice, in
my long silence
And in my absence...
Sad because I look like nothing, even the sadness
inside me is fading smoke.... My understanding of life
increases.
I'm sad because I'm tired of everything that
surrounds me
Because I do not accept to submit to any law that
breaks inside me a pride for which I paid everything I
had
I'm just sad. And my sorrow with the days will end.
And me!
I will stay and everything inside me will remain
beautiful.
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( 6)

We simple people find ourselves only in the corner,

alone chasing thoughts that elude us between a smile
and a break of mind...
We simple people do not find ourselves among those
deceived by the lights of this and that.
We simple people usually don't find someone like us,
and we remain silent, smiling at every question and
answer. And we keep our thoughts where we go back
to the corner, we dream and we dream just to dream,
are we strangers!...
Maybe they are strangers ...
They don't understand how life is lived...
We live every second in a paradise away from them...
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( 7)

Cloudy thoughts surround me.

There are not many steps in my life that record my
life, I imprisoned myself between the lines of the
printing presses, in pages where I build a soul broken
by reality.
Here I am again, racing myself and stumbling in the
shadow of the past, wiping the breezes of time without
interest, walking with eyes that crowd me out and not
in my way. He saw me in a tide of thoughts pulling me
to him, but I remained steadfast, imprinting certainty
on my face with a smile .
And suddenly the slap of life wakes me up!
I lived a lifetime dreaming and life stopped me
Once again, I shake off my despair, looking for a
dream to challenge life with...
Does misery end or does life end first!?
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( 8)

Cloudy thoughts surround me.

There are not many steps in my life that record my
activity, I imprisoned myself between the lines of the
printing presses, in pages where I build a soul broken
by reality.
Here I am again, racing myself and stumbling in the
shadow of the past, wiping the breezes of time without
interest, focusing on eyes that crowd me out and not
in my way. I see myself in a tide of thoughts pulling
me to it, but I remained steadfast, I print the
undeniable on my face with a smile .
And suddenly the slap of life wakes me up!
I lived a lifetime dreaming and life stopped me
Once again, I shake off my despair, looking for a
dream to challenge life with...
Does misery end or does life end first!?
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( 9)

I didn't find a picture in the memories, I didn't find

honest words, to quote or anything that would make
the story stay inside me forever.
I don't see it worth more than a passing reference in
my diary. Cross it out later and it's all over
It didn't matter that you apologized, people started
apologizing to satisfy themselves. To feel that they
did not make a mistake, perhaps!
It remains...
Nothing is precious in recent memories, but lessons
that drive us to salvation....
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( 10)

When does life end?

A false slogan and some ugly tales inside me, the
darkness of despair surrounds my resolve, and
everywhere I put my steps to the ground split and the
journey to the abyss ends.
They say that the past is eternal and the future is a
fleeting moment, and I say that all life is a point, a
solution and a vendetta in which I have no guilt.
The story will end for no reason as it began
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( 11)

Whenever we meet, I get lost in paths that I don't

know where it belong to, I have nothing new and
there are no exciting stories in my life that make you
happy or interest you to stay next to me, everything
inside me is full of sorrows. Scars define all my
memories of life from the day I was born...
Have I gone crazy to love!
you're no different from any woman I've ever known,
you're just a fleeting feeling that ends at the first
test...
Just a desire after a long wait
Passion comes on its own and dies on its own!
I will keep smiling at all your idiot jokes, and care
about everything that does not concern me, we
learned in the book of manhood not to embarrass
women... Until they choose to leave.
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( 12)

It happens that you realize that your life is a small

point in this time and you are just a distance
separating time from time .
And the days keep going.
Life has never been fair except for those born in the
ranks of warriors or sultans, but we simple people
were born without purpose, just a number written on
paper, so that there would be a homeland and
masters... Where do we stand in all this?
It happens that you find yourself wasting the years of
your life to become ignorant, shackled by sick
thoughts and instincts that push you to the path of
regret.
Schools only teach you submission and life stifles your
dreams and the days became the same,You go on
trying to break free from this miserable reality...
What is your fault and what is the point of all this if
you remain like others forgotten.
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( 13)

I still can't unravel this mystery that surrounds me,

are the days driving me to the abyss?
A question that haunts me, and I still flip many
possibilities inside me for an answer. I got lost many
times, and in every direction I saw me getting lost
until it became a joke that amused me in this misery.
All that worries me is that the days are more
tyrannical than me, perhaps! Until now, everything
about me is still shrouded in mystery, every choice
still haunts me, and the question has no answer. I am
still and will remain a prisoner.
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( 14)

When you see me, I smile lightly, trying to hide it with

feigned anger, or maybe I turn around to escape from
the eyes that embrace every atom of my conscience.
You shouldn't interfere, maybe you should stop
bothering me.
I feel a joy spreading in my veins, that fleeting
comfort inside me that is never forgotten, because it is
the only moments in which I forget the pain, a
moment in which I know life in a way that was not
distorted by the past.
But despite this beautiful feeling, I leave expressing
my objection to something trivial.
I don't like weakness when it comes up with the image
of a woman who gnaws at me with innocent looks. is
there an innocent woman! It pushes me to be
something other than who I am. The end is certainly
not satisfactory.
Life has taught me to stay miles away from every
woman that makes me feel like hugging her, that
makes me think about how to get her attention with
all my actions. I learned that this is madness can only
be cured with a treacherous stab. A stab after which
we do not die, but we lose something beautiful that
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used to push us to live with some happiness, and then

end up in harsh darkness.
The women leave, and the pain remains.
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( 15)

If I have a chance to go back to the past, I will go

back, maybe I will meet everyone who came to change
their fate, to be a witness, as usual. some will change
their lives by conquering those who broke the colors
of love inside them. To break it with their hands and
return as dark as it came.
You see me, as usual, realizing the types of people,
smiling, overcome by sorrow.
But I will come back to take a look that I miss, and
learn from you how happiness and purity are
combined in a smile.
And I go away satisfied.
Life for me; is you
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( 16)

They steal ready-made dreams, and we stay here...

Steal the pain and know how we built the way hidden
from the eyes of the impossible, steal the moments of
regret when we sacrificed everything to keep our
heads high, steal even tears from all the miserable
nights, steal even our brokenness and all the
desperate slogans. And take our sorrows as a gift.
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( 17)

Some think our destiny is a page in their life

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( 18)

We smile and go with no hope in life. Until we realize

that we are not dead yet..
nothing else
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( 19)

Darkness comes and sorrows come back to occupy my

chest, I am still among the wreckage, how to survive a
dream destroyed by life.
All the scars on my heart with your signature, how
can I forget!
As long as I live, sorrows will surround me and my
destiny will remain among the rubble, I search, may
be I can see among my rubble a dream that escaped,
so I survive with it...
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Perhaps you are like me, you carry despair in your

heart, life hardens you at every step, but you do not
give up.. And all those harsh memories remain scars
that you say to those around you, and you keep trying
no matter what happens.
We realize the greatness of ourselves when we see that
life, which defeated everyone, was unable to defeat us
with all its opposition to us.. You are strong, and it is
okay for the scars to remain, so that you always
remember your strength and what you were able to
bear
 written by Soufiane L

Name: Sofiane L
Age: 35 years
A writer and Moroccan designer, I have a collection of
publications, including the Short stories, novellas, and
poems published last years:
- Scene, short story - Year 2020
- in Hell, novella - Year 2020
- I almost forgot, poems collection - Year 2021
- Improvisation, poems collection – 2021
- The Color of Rejection My Feelings short story - year
2021
- scars, Prose thoughts - year 2022 "translated in english
2022"
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