Allal Ferri عــــلال فـــري

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L'Amour Fou

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Wild Love
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La mer en vous comme un cadeau
Et dans vos vagues enveloppée
Tandis que de vos doigts glacés
Vous m'inventez sur un seul mot
O Ma Frégate des hauts-fonds
Petite frangine du mal
Remettez-vous de la passion
Venez que je vous fasse mal
Je vous dirai des mots d'amour
Des mots de rien de tous les jours
Les mots du pire et du meilleur
Et puis des mots venus d'ailleurs
Je vous dirai que je t'aimais
Tu me diras que vous m'aimez
Vous me ferez ce que tu peux
Je vous dirai ce que tu veux x2

Je vous aime d'amour

Si t'as seize ans et des poussières
A nous deux ça fait des années
Que je prépare ma galère
A te ramer à t'affoler
Voilà que tu cherches ton bien
Dans les vitrines de ma nuit
Achète-moi je ne vaux rien
Puisque l'amour n'a pas de prix
Comme une louve sous son loup
Quand je vous ferai des petits
Vous banderez vos yeux jaloux
Avec un loup de satin gris
Tout comme est gris le jour qui va
Petite sœur écoutez-moi
Comme un bateau entre mes doigts
Vous coulerez je vous le dois x2

Je vous aime d'amour

Si la mort avait ton regard
Je meurs ce soir sans regarder
Et te demanderai ma part
Au bord du vide et des baisers
L'amour ça ne meurt que la nuit
Alors habille-toi en moi
Avec un peu de rouge aussi
J'aurai ta mort entre mes bras
Lorsque vous me mettrez en croix
Dans votre forêt bien apprise
Et que je boirai tout en bas
La sève tant et tant promise
Je vous engouffrerai de sang
Pendant que vous serez charmée
Et je vous donnerai l'enfant
Que vous n'avez jamais été x2

Je vous aime d'amour

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Léo Ferré

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Wild love

The sea in you is like a gift
Wrapped in your waves
While under your icy fingers
You reinvent me onto one word
O my Frigate of shoals
O Evil little sister
Recover from passion
Come so I hurt you
I will tell you love tales in
Usual words, in everyday words
Words of the worst and words of the best
And then words that came from elsewhere
I will tell you that I did love you
You will tell me that you love me
You will do what you can for me
I will tell you what you want

I love you so much of love

If you are sixteen or a little older
We both together make many years
That I’ve been preparing my capture
Rowing you turning you mad
Here you are looking for your own good
In the shopwindows of my night
Buy me I am worthless
As love is priceless
Like a female wolf under her male
When I will give you babies
You will have your jealous eyes blindfold
In a grey wolf satin wrap
All like grey is the day that goes
Listen to me little sister
Like a boat between my fingers
You will sink, I owe it to you

I love you so much of love

If death had that look in your eyes
I die tonight without looking
And to you I will demand my part
On the corner of naught and kisses
Love does die only by night
So dress yourself into me
Have some red too
I will have your death between my arms
When you put me on the cross
In your well known forest
And when down low I will drink
The so much promised sap
I will stuff you with blood
When you will be enchanted
I will then give you the child
That never before you were

I love you so much of love

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Translation : Allal Ferri

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If had to choose in which century to live,
Both good and bad thanks to history knowing
I would have certainly for so long hesitated
Before making any hasardous choice !

The dark Middle Ages would not attract me ;
Though so showered with glories and degrees of nobility
The harsh and brutal life where careless are the struggles
Could not the less suit my sedentary tastes !

The long litany of Royal Governors
Who ruled France successively
Would compel me to the distinguished choice
Between the dominated and all their oppressors !

The latest centuries which were by wars broken
Where hatred and blood by the law of might raged,
Would not call in me but a terror filled disgust
For a humaneness unable to unfold

I then have no other choice than the one to live
The era which is mine despite me,
And which has so far topped my life
Of all amenities which a man desires.

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Translation : Allal Ferri

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عبد اللطيف الهدار

The Silence of Anger

In my memory, silence is a forest of smoke..
And the flames in my heart celebrate a hung wedding.
From my grandfather..
I learned to cherish departures,
And some improvising..
Here my lips are crisped on moss
And the shoes' rustiness settled in my drawers
With little food.
Shall I loose my temper ?
Why should I do ?

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Yesterday
I remembered you in the eyes of the night.
The barroom was desolate,
Until surprise.. wandering are my eyes
And for the sixtieth once
And in a silent eloquence
I told you :
The barroom and the city
Are two cutting edges
And you and I in the depth of the cold.. essential are
For oaks to burn.

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In vain, my friend,
We resist our old pain.
In vain we revel in the long night
And on the road..
The wind crisped our lips,
Shut our ears..
And the river faded in our two hearts…
Winter birds play on our heads a melody of the temptation of the departure..
Shall I loose my temper ?
Why should I do ?

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They said: "Smile so to live ..
I say : why not keep my old shoe
For the entry to the road
And for the fire lane.
My departure has; if you do realize.. my friend,
One thousand chances and..
Only one path.
Let me then long before I go
For sadness and how in the eyes it goes,
For the fever which burns the longing before the body..
For the womb of eternity..
And cry
What once were promising hopes.
We carried the sadness on years
And the morning still comes not
So give me a one day chance
To give you a bunch of the woes which..
Our heavy days trampling.. made grow.

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Angry you may be my friend,
And despite your burning..
In your name
And without your consent
Grateful I am to a black firefly..
That made me drink of its ink
Until saturation..
The days were thirsty
And the nights were void deserts..
In your name ;
My friend, I thank the firefly
As , from the source of all the words, she..
gave me the liquor of the nectar of the shadows..
And taught me the meaning of history and bravery
And the conquests and the outpouring of my being man
And a life she made out of a few scribbles
So leave street gossiping behind
And the treason of the tribe
The goal and the means don't clash
Despite the distance that seems long and harsh..

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Who ; my friend, betrays whom ..?
Who does the winds bridle
And turns her away from the mother-land ?
So for him to rest..
Who quenches aspirations in the live spirits,
And from our wreck raises ceremony cellars ?
Who throws us to the sear
Since the cradle
So to burn
And on our bones he rests.

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I'm asking, my friend,
And I don't loose my temper..
And is there actually who does ?
I really wonder !!!

Translation : Allal Ferri

 

عقارب

 

عقارب الساعة حادة كالسيف
تدور دون توقف
وكلما حاولت إيقافها
تدفعني باستمرار
وتترك جرحا غائرا بجسمي
ينضاف إلى الجروح السابقة

محمد فري

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Translation :

Hands

The clock hands are as sharp as a sword. They endlessly turn around. And.. the more I try to stop them, the more they push me back and leave a deep wound somewhere in my body where grows yet the number of all my yesterday's cuts.

Allal Ferri

In vain.. I'm trying to put back my scattered memories together.. in vain…
I'm trying to put up together the remains of a life stream which was worn to shreds over the cold marble of a tomb covered by dust through years…
I'm trying to plug the holes of a leaky memory which we both once shared.. in vain !

I push myself through the graves.. reading the headstones.. soaking in the sand of a tomb which was abandoned for so long !
The tomb questioned me in reproach and wonder where were yesterday's friends.. where was yesterday's friendship.. a few tear drops softly fell over the sadness of its sand...
Can you believe dead eyes crying.. a tomb tears ?!

O my bleeding lifetime wound.. the reverberation broke through my ears' drums.. I wake up and do find but a deaf silence.. I stub against its thick walls.. in vain again I try to grab it up.. to catch up with it and.. I come back thwarted once again !
O grave embracing a memory raped in the dawn of disclosures.. won't you awake yet, won't you come up through rebirth to take me back.. so to recover my other mortal self !?

I run away.. towards the wall.. I hear your voice coming to me.. O you lying still between the headstones of sleeping souls.. mad you are.. crazed are you ?
I come back in my wounds rolling.. in my madness and in my longing.. both of us ; an embrace, exchanging.. and I say : welcome back my other mortal self.. welcome O death !

Translation : Allal Ferri
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جدار الصمت



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