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Message par assez le Mer Juil 17, 2013 7:47 am

لم أختر يوما ألإنتماء اي فصيلة البشر فأقحمت ضمنها دون إرادتي  
و ما كفاني العمر كله لحصر مكايدهم و خداعهم و ظلمهم لبعضهم
وانتقامهم و جبروتهم و كفرهم و تلاعبهم

.....

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Message par assez le Mer Juil 17, 2013 7:54 am

...Je n'ai pas choisi l'affiliation a la race des humains .... je me suis trouvé dedans .. et j'ai passé toute ma vie a faire l'inventaire de leurs mechancetés, traitrises et vengeances ...

cela exteriorise un dégout profond de ce qu'il a senti, vu ou enduré.  
dans tous les cas, on ne peut taxer l'auteur du paragraphe de paranoia ou folie car en fait les qualités humaines citées bonnes ou mauvaises sont presentes  dans l'humain, et meme Dieu en a parlé ...
KOL AAOUDOU BIRABBI ALFALAK MINE CHARRI MA KHALAK (pardon pour l'ecriture de ces mots saints du coran)

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Message par assez le Mer Juil 17, 2013 7:59 am

Mimouni a été propulsé dans l'ecriture et la presse depuis le génocide de Rouanda, des circonstances extraordinaires ont fait qu'il s'est trouvé mélé aux drames de ces gens livrés
a la chasse de et par leurs semblabes ......

Il a aussi écrit sur les dtrames des souffrances Africaines notamment les peuples qui vient des et dans les poubelles, les massacres politiques perpétrés par les politiciens africains mais aussi  sur l'hegemonie oxidentale vis a vis des pays faibles.

bref il a je pense tout a fait le droit de renier son appartenance vu sa sensibilité envers les atrocités que nous commettons.

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Message par saturday le Ven Sep 20, 2013 7:15 am

Arid landscape from Mimouni


Arid landscape, enormously widened, deprived of
life and vegetation exception of statues in group or,isolated,in life, skeletons
motives in all sens,errant,look abstracts void, absentee, stomach excessively inflated,
very slim members articulate under a dry skin,scaled,fissureed where flies
find finally a haven of peace knowing the body has lost all ability and means
to defend,
naked feet and bodies,sometimes a scrap covers again a part of genital
organ, the neck reduced to the dimensions of the vertebrae and overhung what was
a thinking head with a lot of ideas…… (earth,culture, children, family, life
hunting, instruction, money, furnaces, honour) sometimes a , two or several
rings , metallic bracelets surround the neck, sign of beauty , wealth or antecedent social position, become obsoletes.Child bearded but remain at the state of baby, hung at what was a breast on what was a body of woman.Oldman abandoned, imploring not the pity,the help of the creator, but the death that take a long time to come.
A lot of dogs, cats, strongly fattened happy,assets, that stretch, revive legs and sit up on hundred, thousands of human body pieces, without members,without skin,without stomach..... A background music at fundamental shouts ravens and sharp adder whistling and a view in great angle on the flank of a mountain, as far as the eye can see,
creatures in life…………………………………… inert and mobile human skeletons,all animated by a synchronized movement,scrutinize
the horizon, the sky, in same direction, since several days ………waiting for something, and especially not to be photographed as that, like animals, like models
elsewhere to show how much these have succeeded or, the former have failed !.
The waited tender hour has finally arrived,in the far a black point,growing without ceasing, the looks become increasingly visible under the great angle of the camera.
Finally,the noise deafening and the plane passes to the close-cropped of heads and tens of thousands peers of eyes follow it, some bags of
wheat and limp milk are then ejected ,that tear and scatter to touch it the ground, then, the race begin for people who can, that has no
need, therefore strong, they will become it again more, nothing for the rest, even the deliverance, the indecent death, the contrary belongs the impossible.
Such is the image of Africa from which I am coming during my first stays in France and elsewhere in Europe, where I am
used to land each time, leaving behind me a countryside green and happy. In haste,I seeks and finds a card of the world, I situate the nation object of the reporting.
My god, its again Africa The very hot blood flow on my face of young adolescent .I drowses, I am taken by the dream,I am also on the flank of
the hill, I scrutinize the sky, the black point late to appear,I lost the courage and the force to speak,but my brain system functions as wonder, it is more powerful, and more
available, more active,it is in top level, more nothing frightens it,sensational,I pity the world,the creator of this country of millions of skeletons, in rug everywhere
in arid fields, imagining the color that had the water, the taste that had the bread, honey……………. I pity the destiny,the sun,the humain..god,
Why my god, why my father made the unpardonable error,to make me borne, why?, without apparent reason, except to have a lot children, he tells , god has created them,
god will take cares of them. Poor father , maybe he finished certainly his days in total ignorance of his sons, girls, relatives, humanity
all whole, now, it lies, there; under the sun overwhelming, scrutinizing the sky.
I will have wanted to borne and live in an other world (where only the law reigns, no in that,where, the justice overwhelms my similar humans
and protects the others. These laws were made by individuals to enslave the individuals, to obtain them joy, profitson profits, to the detriment of others
individuals.

My father, my good father, whatever
is my suffering this day,tomorrow,the past or
the rest of my life, I forgive you, I am
incapable today to assist you,
to help you. I am deprived of means
the day where I can, I have never
hesitate has to put them in your disposition, I
forgives my good father to have make me borne in
this world that sucks our blood, gnaws our
flesh and our bones.... I liked you my father,I
will always like you.

Neither woke,nor sleepy,the silence that
surrounds me,the shock of pictures for the first
time inunding my spirit, anesthetizing my
psychic abilities, make me travel among the
people of the hill , scrutinizing the sky. I
see in father , my children at the reach of
my view, in the immense park of skeletons and
I complain.I ceased to complain. Why
my god ! why I have made the immense crime
by giving birth to my children and
inculcating him the doctrine of an other world.
I observes now how much, they will suffer,
certainly far more that me. Why
a similar error.
*************************
My father, my good father, whatever
is my suffering this day,tomorrow,the past or
the rest of my life, I forgive you, I am
incapable today to assist you,
to help you. I am deprived of means
the day where I can, I have never
hesitate has to put them in your disposition, I
forgives my good father to have make me borne in
this world that sucks our blood, gnaws our
flesh and our bones.... I liked you my father,I
will always like you.
***************************
Neither woke,nor sleepy,the silence that
surrounds me,the shock of pictures for the first
time inunding my spirit, anesthetizing my
psychic abilities, make me travel among the
people of the hill , scrutinizing the sky. I
see in father , my children at the reach of
my view, in the immense park of skeletons and
I complain.I ceased to complain. Why
my god ! why I have made the immense crime
by giving birth to my children and
inculcating him the doctrine of an other world.
I observes now how much, they will suffer,
certainly far more that me. Why
a similar error.
The blood boils in................
my veins,the rustle of an icy cold
unequalled covers my body as
night , each time where, the idea that one of my
children will be a day mistreats,or,will tend the
hand to survive.
My god,save me of such sufferings,dont
guards me until this day. I have already too
see and lived.
I open eyes,I started, I redefined me.
This was not me, this was not my country,
it was my continent. The impact was too
fort, too rude.the day has been too long,
the qualifying weak and reach reduced.
Funny of coincidence, brutal contrast,
net and concrete, face to face with
the professor and the balanced feeding .
Vitamins, water, energy, the
lipids, the glucides, the oligo-elements,the
minerals, grease, oils ,the salt,the
proteins, calories, two and half - liters
water per day are necessary for the body that
expense two to five thousands calories dependes on
its activity, the calcium, the magnesium and the
sodium....and the people of the inert hill
scrutinizing the passage of the plane parachuting
kilos of food that scatter before
the arrival to the ground, and tens of cameras
surrounded by hundred of journalists
hurried by thousands of media coming from
the occident to amaze their citizen by
new spot, new pictures.Finally no one on the hill,
everyone has rejoined starlit buildings
except the people well of flat hill.
The human tide is omitted until the next scoop.
Someone told………this country
is formed by two ethnic groups whose more
important part suffers by delusion and can
be sacrificed!.The slaughter begins.
This will be unworthy to exploit the misery of our
brothers and neighbors for a mediocre thing!
Today in bottom end of our countryside,in
full middle of cactus or palm tree hedges
and by the intermediary of the magical plate
and bouquets emanating from the sky, whole
a choice is offered to us including that to see
in direct manner people dying.
We told normally that
whole what comes from the sky is blest, even by
the intermediary of satellites!
Good-bye study good-bye, I invested
in the hard and the soft.I will work on
machines. I no longer will suffer as much
.

saturday

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Message par saturday le Ven Sep 20, 2013 7:19 am

saturday a écrit:Arid landscape from Mimouni

Arid landscape, enormously widened, deprived of
life and vegetation exception of statues in group or,isolated,in life, skeletons
motives in all sens,errant,look abstracts void, absentee, stomach excessively inflated,
very slim members articulate under a dry skin,scaled,fissureed where flies
find finally a haven of peace knowing the body has lost all ability and means
to defend,
naked feet and bodies,sometimes a scrap covers again a part of genital
organ, the neck reduced to the dimensions of the vertebrae and overhung what was
a thinking head with a lot of ideas…… (earth,culture, children, family, life
hunting, instruction, money, furnaces, honour) sometimes a , two or several
rings , metallic bracelets surround the neck, sign of beauty , wealth or antecedent
social position, become obsoletes.Child

bearded but remain at the state of baby, hung
at what was a breast on what was a
body of woman.Oldman abandoned, imploring
not the pity,the help of the creator, but
the death that take a long time to come.
A lot of dogs, cats, strongly fattened
happy,assets, that stretch, revive
legs and sit up on hundred,
thousands of human body pieces, without
members,without skin,without stomach.....
A background music at fundamental shouts
ravens and sharp adder whistling and
a view in great angle on the flank of a
mountain, as far as the eye can see,
creatures in life……………………………………
inert and mobile human skeletons,all
animated by a synchronized movement,scrutinize
the horizon, the sky, in same direction, since
several days ………waiting for something,
and especially not to be photographed
as that, like animals, like models
elsewhere to show how much these
have succeeded or, the former have failed !.
The waited tender hour has finally arrived,in
the far a black point,growing without ceasing,
the looks become increasingly visible under
the great angle of the camera.
Finally,the noise deafening and the plane passes
to the close-cropped of heads and tens of
thousands peers of eyes follow it, some bags of
wheat and limp milk are then ejected ,that
tear and scatter to touch it the ground, then,
the race begin for people who can, that has no
need, therefore strong, they will become it
again more, nothing for the rest, even the
deliverance, the indecent death, the contrary
belongs the impossible.
Such is the image of Africa from which I
am coming during my first stays
in France and elsewhere in Europe, where I am
used to land each time, leaving behind me a
countryside green and happy.
In haste,I seeks and finds a card of the world,
I situate the nation object of the reporting.
My god, its again Africa
The very hot blood flow on my face of
young adolescent .I drowses, I am taken
by the dream,I am also on the flank of
the hill, I scrutinize the sky, the black point
late to appear,I lost the courage and the force
to speak,but my brain system functions
as wonder, it is more powerful, and more
available, more active,it is in top level,
more nothing frightens it,sensational,I pity
the world,the creator of this country of
millions of skeletons, in rug everywhere
in arid fields, imagining the color
that had the water, the taste that had
the bread, honey…………….
I pity the destiny,the sun,the humain..god,
Why my god, why my father made
the unpardonable error,to make me borne,
why?, without apparent reason, except to have
a lot children, he tells , god has created them,
god will take cares of them.
Poor father , maybe he finished
certainly his days in total ignorance
of his sons, girls, relatives, humanity
all whole, now, it lies, there; under the
sun overwhelming, scrutinizing the sky.
I will have wanted to borne
and live in an other world (where only
the law reigns, no in that,where, the justice
overwhelms my similar humans
and protects the others. These laws were
made by individuals to enslave the
individuals, to obtain them joy, profitson
profits, to the detriment of others
individuals.

My father, my good father, whatever
is my suffering this day,tomorrow,the past or
the rest of my life, I forgive you, I am
incapable today to assist you,
to help you. I am deprived of means
the day where I can, I have never
hesitate has to put them in your disposition, I
forgives my good father to have make me borne in
this world that sucks our blood, gnaws our
flesh and our bones.... I liked you my father,I
will always like you.

Neither woke,nor sleepy,the silence that
surrounds me,the shock of pictures for the first
time inunding my spirit, anesthetizing my
psychic abilities, make me travel among the
people of the hill , scrutinizing the sky. I
see in father , my children at the reach of
my view, in the immense park of skeletons and
I complain.I ceased to complain. Why
my god ! why I have made the immense crime
by giving birth to my children and
inculcating him the doctrine of an other world.
I observes now how much, they will suffer,
certainly far more that me. Why
a similar error.
*************************
My father, my good father, whatever
is my suffering this day,tomorrow,the past or
the rest of my life, I forgive you, I am
incapable today to assist you,
to help you. I am deprived of means
the day where I can, I have never
hesitate has to put them in your disposition, I
forgives my good father to have make me borne in
this world that sucks our blood, gnaws our
flesh and our bones.... I liked you my father,I
will always like you.
***************************
Neither woke,nor sleepy,the silence that
surrounds me,the shock of pictures for the first
time inunding my spirit, anesthetizing my
psychic abilities, make me travel among the
people of the hill , scrutinizing the sky. I
see in father , my children at the reach of
my view, in the immense park of skeletons and
I complain.I ceased to complain. Why
my god ! why I have made the immense crime
by giving birth to my children and
inculcating him the doctrine of an other world.
I observes now how much, they will suffer,
certainly far more that me. Why
a similar error.
The blood boils in................
my veins,the rustle of an icy cold
unequalled covers my body as
night , each time where, the idea that one of my
children will be a day mistreats,or,will tend the
hand to survive.
My god,save me of such sufferings,dont
guards me until this day. I have already too
see and lived.
I open eyes,I started, I redefined me.
This was not me, this was not my country,
it was my continent. The impact was too
fort, too rude.the day has been too long,
the qualifying weak and reach reduced.
Funny of coincidence, brutal contrast,
net and concrete, face to face with
the professor and the balanced feeding .
Vitamins, water, energy, the
lipids, the glucides, the oligo-elements,the
minerals, grease, oils ,the salt,the
proteins, calories, two and half - liters
water per day are necessary for the body that
expense two to five thousands calories dependes on
its activity, the calcium, the magnesium and the
sodium....and the people of the inert hill
scrutinizing the passage of the plane parachuting
kilos of food that scatter before
the arrival to the ground, and tens of cameras
surrounded by hundred of journalists
hurried by thousands of media coming from
the occident to amaze their citizen by
new spot, new pictures.Finally no one on the hill,
everyone has rejoined starlit buildings
except the people well of flat hill.
The human tide is omitted until the next scoop.
Someone told………this country
is formed by two ethnic groups whose more
important part suffers by delusion and can
be sacrificed!.The slaughter begins.
This will be unworthy to exploit the misery of our
brothers and neighbors for a mediocre thing!
Today in bottom end of our countryside,in
full middle of cactus or palm tree hedges
and by the intermediary of the magical plate
and bouquets emanating from the sky, whole
a choice is offered to us including that to see
in direct manner people dying.
We told normally that
whole what comes from the sky is blest, even by
the intermediary of satellites!
Good-bye study good-bye, I invested
in the hard and the soft.I will work on
machines. I no longer will suffer as much.
Remarquez la profondeur de la signification du message et a qui il se destine

saturday

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Message par saturday le Ven Sep 20, 2013 7:21 am

Le transfuge mémorial


Paysage aride,démesurément étendu,dépourvu de
vie et de végétation a l'exception de statues
en groupe ou,isolées, vivantes,des squelettes
mobiles en tous cas,errantes,regard abstrait,
vide, absent, le ventre excessivement gonflé,
de très minces membres s'articulent sous une
peau sèche,écaillée,fissurée où; des mouches
trouvent enfin un havre de paix sachant que
ce corps a perdu toute faculté et moyens de
se défendre,pieds et corps nus,quelquefois un
lambeau couvre encore une partie des organes
génitaux, le cou réduit aux dimensions des
vertèbres et surplombé de ce qui peut encore
être une tête jadis pensante et bouillonnante
d'idées (terre,culture, enfants, famille, vie
chasse, instruction, pouvoir, argent, foyers,
honneur) quelquefois un , deux ou plusieurs
anneaux , bracelets métalliques entourent le
cou, signe de beauté , richesse ou position
sociale antécédentes,devenus obsolètes.Enfant
barbu mais restant à l'état de bébé, accroché
a ce qui était un sein sur ce qui était un
corps de femme.Vieillard abandonné, implorant
non pas la pitié,le secours du créateur, mais
la mort qui tarde a venir. Puis,tout a coup,
des chiens, des chats, fortement engraissés
joyeux,actifs, qui s'étirent,se dégourdissent
les jambes et veillent sur des centaines,des
milliers de morceaux de corps humains, sans
membres,sans peau,sans ventre.....
Une musique de fond a base de cris
de corbeaux et sifflement aigus de vipères et
une vue en grand angle sur le flanc d'une
montagne,a perte de vue, des statues vivantes
squelettes humaines mobiles et inertes,toutes
animées par un mouvement synchronisé,scrutent
l'horizon, le ciel, en même direction, depuis
plusieurs jours a l'attente de quelque
chose,et surtout,pas pour être photographiées
comme cela, en animaux,a leur insu et données
en modèle ailleurs pour montrer combien ceux-
là; ont réussi ou, ceux-ci ont échoué !.
L'heure tend attendue est enfin arrivée,au
loin un point noir,grandissant sans cesse,les
regards deviennent de plus en plus perçants,
visibles sous le grand angle de la caméra,
Enfin,le bruit assourdissant et l'avion passe
au ras des têtes et des dizaines de milliers
de pairs d'yeux la suivent, quelques sacs de
blé et boites de lait sont alors éjectés ,qui
se déchirent et s'éparpillent au touché du
sol, puis, ce fut la course de ceux qui le
peuvent,ceux qui n'ont pas besoin de ce grain,
de cette poudre,forts donc,ils le deviendront
encore plus, rien pour le reste, même pas la
délivrance, la mort indécente, le contraire
fait partie de l'impossible.
Telle est l'image de l'Afrique a laquelle je
me suis habitué lors de mes premiers séjours
en France et ailleurs en Europe où; je me suis
habitué à atterrir à chaque fois,en laissant
derrière moi une campagne, un pays africain
verdoyant et joyeux, un peuple tout a fait le
contraire de ce qu'on montre ici. En hâte,je
cherche et trouve une carte du monde,je situe
la nation objet du reportage. Mon dieu, c’est
encore notre Afrique.Tout a coup je me laisse
emporter et imagine ……………………… si mon père,mon
grand père ou moi, pour une raison quelconque
aura a subir une catastrophe pareille.... Des
larmes très chaudes coulent sur mon visage de
jeune adolescent .Je somnole, je suis emporté
par le rêve,je suis moi aussi sur le flanc de
la colline, je scrute le ciel, le point noir
tarde a apparaître,pas le courage et la force
de parler,mais mon système cerveau fonctionne
a merveille, il est plus puissant, et plus
disponible, plus actif,il est au top niveau,
plus rien ne l'effraie,sensationnel,je plains
le monde,le créateur de ce pays aux dizaines
de millions de squelettes, en tapis partout
dans les champs arides, imaginant la couleur
qu'avait l'eau, le goût qu'avait le miel, le
pain........................................
Je plains le destin,le soleil,l'humain..dieu,
Pourquoi mon dieu, pourquoi mon père est à
l'origine de l'impardonnable erreur,celle qui
a contribué a ma mise au monde, pourquoi?sans
raison apparente, sauf celle d'avoir beaucoup
d'enfants, dieu dit-il ,les a créé, dieu dit-
il en prendra soins. Pauvre père , qui a fini
certainement ces jours dans l'insouciance
totale de ses fils, filles, parents, humanité
toute entière, maintenant, il gît, là; sous le
soleil accablant, scrutant le ciel, livré a
lui-même, a eux - même... et l'indifférence
flagrante de la société. J'aurai voulu voir
le jour et vivre dans un autre monde (celui
ou seule la force de la justice règne; au
moins je serais en mesure de survivre, non
dans celui,où, la justice accable les êtres,
mes semblables et épargne les autres.Des lois
faites par des individus pour asservir des
individus, leur procurer aise, profits sur
profits, au détriment d'autres êtres, autres
individus.
**************************
Mon père, mon bon père, quelle que
soit ma souffrance ce jour,demain,le passé ou
le reste de ma vie, je te pardonne, moi qui
suis incapable aujourd'hui de t'assister,
t'aider, ou t'épauler.Je suis dépourvu de
moyens, le jour où j'en avais eu, je n'ai pas
hésité a tout mettre a ta disposition, Je te
pardonne mon bon père de m'avoir mis au monde,
ce monde qui suce notre sang, ronge notre
chair et nos os.... Je t'ai aimé mon père,je
t'aimerai toujours.
***************************
Ni éveillé,ni endormi,le silence qui
m'entoure,le choc des images pour la première
fois scindant mon esprit, anesthésiant mes
facultés psychiques, me font voyager parmi le
peuple de la colline , scrutant le ciel. Je
me vois en père , mes enfants a la portée de
ma vue , dans l'immense parc de squelettes et
je me plains.J'ai cessé de plaindre. Pourquoi
mon dieu ! pourquoi j'ai fait l'immense crime
en donnant naissance a mes enfants et en leur
inculquant la doctrine d'un autre monde. Je
constate maintenant combien, ils souffriront,
certainement beaucoup plus que moi. Pourquoi
une erreur pareille.
Le sang bouille dans.......................
mes veines,le frémissement d'un froid glacial
inégalé parcourt mon corps de jour comme de
nuit , chaque fois où, l'idée que l'un de mes
enfants sera un jour maltraite ,ou ,tendra la
main pour survivre, ou, sera contraint d'une
manière ou d'une autre a subir une injustice.
Mon dieu,épargne moi de telles souffrances,ne
me garde pas jusqu'a ce jour. J'ai déjà trop
vu et vécu.
J'ouvre les yeux,je sursaute, je me redéfini.
Ce n'était pas moi, ce n'était pas mon pays,
c'était mon continent. L'impact était trop
fort, trop rude.La journée a été trop longue,
le qualificatif faible et de portée réduite.
La vie continue,l'après - midi la reprise des
cours. Drôle de coïncidence,contraste brutal,
net et concret, face a face avec le tableau,
le professeur et l'alimentation équilibrée.
Les vitamines, l'eau, l'énergie, les
lipides, les glucides, les oligo-éléments,les
minéraux,les graisses, les huiles ,le sel,les
protéines, les calories, deux et demi-litres
d'eau par jour sont nécessaire au corps qui
dépense deux a cinq milles calories suivant
son activité, le calcium, le magnésium et le
sodium....et le peuple de la colline inerte
scrutant le passage de l'avion parachutant des
kilos de nourriture qui s'éparpillent avant
l'arrivée au sol, et les dizaines de caméras
entourées par des centaines de journalistes
dépêchés par des milliers de médias venant de
l'occident pour émerveiller leur citoyen par
la prise de photos inédites.Et puis,Plus rien
tout le monde a rejoint les bâtisses étoilées
sauf le peuple bien sure.
La marée humaine est omise jusqu'au prochain
scoop.
C'est cela la mission du journaliste,celle du
reporter, des religieux et médecins, le tout
sans frontières. Ceux qui ont été a l'origine
de ce genre de catastrophes,se sont eux-mêmes
qui,maintenant,encore une fois se réjouissent
……………………………………………On inocule a l'homme que son
pays est formé de deux ethnies dont la plus
importante souffre d'obnubilation et ne peut
qu'être sacrifiée!.Le massacre commence alors
en silence,on revient pour cueillir,caméra au
point le résultat du poison jadis injecté
dans des corps purs.
Ce sera indigne d'exploiter la misère de nos
frères et voisins pour une cause quelconque!
On reconnaîtra tout de même ici la pudeur de
nos médias nationaux.Il faut être en occident
pour s'offrir ces genres de menus.
Aujourd'hui en fin fond de notre campagne,en
plein milieu des haies de cactus ou palmiers
et par l'intermédiaire de l'assiette magique
et des bouquets émanant du stratosphère,tout
un choix nous est offert dont celui de voir
et assister en direct a des êtres ou des
peuples agonisants. D'autres vous diront que
tout ce qui vient du ciel est béni, même par
l'intermédiaire des paraboles!
Adieu le cours, adieu les études,je m'investi
dans le hard et le soft.J'aurai a faire a des
machines. Je ne souffrirai plus autant.

mimouniabdelmalek



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Message par connectina le Ven Sep 20, 2013 7:23 am

assez a écrit:لم أختر يوما ألإنتماء اي فصيلة البشر فأقحمت ضمنها دون إرادتي  
و ما كفاني العمر كلع لحصر مكايدهم و خداعهم و ظلمهم لبعضهم
وانتقامهم و جبروتهم و كفرهم و تلاعبهم

.....
citation Mimouni!
الإمام الشافعي:

لا تأسفن على غدر الزمان لطالما ***** رقصت على جثث الأسود كلاب

لا تحسبن برقصها تعلو على أسيادها ***** تبقى الأسود أسودا والكلاب كلاب

الميموني
ألاسد ولو في القفص يبقي أسدا
والكلب ولو صلوقيا يبقي نثنا و عبدا
جثة الاسد ولو في الفيافي تبقي مهابة
والقوم في طلبها يخوض المعارك الصعاب
والقلة من أشلائها تخلق النفور أو القرابة
و القلة من مخه أذلت أئمة و حورا و دئاب
فما إستسلم يوم أسدا حيا أو ميتا
أما الكلب يبقي كليب وابن كليب حتما

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Message par mimouni le Ven Oct 18, 2013 3:57 pm

Le colonel Kadhafi, tué après avoir régné 42 ans
a fait des fautes, beaucoup de fautes mais .... a fini en martyre car il a été lynché par des musulmans qui ne respectent ni la création de Dieu, ni les principes de l'Islam,

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Message par talebali le Jeu Oct 24, 2013 3:10 pm

saturday a écrit:Arid landscape from Mimouni

Arid landscape, enormously widened, deprived of
life and vegetation exception of statues in group or,isolated,in life, skeletons
motives in all sens,errant,look abstracts void, absentee, stomach excessively inflated,
very slim members articulate under a dry skin,scaled,fissureed where flies
find finally a haven of peace knowing the body has lost all ability and means
to defend,
naked feet and bodies,sometimes a scrap covers again a part of genital
organ, the neck reduced to the dimensions of the vertebrae and overhung what was
a thinking head with a lot of ideas…… (earth,culture, children, family, life
hunting, instruction, money, furnaces, honour) sometimes a , two or several
rings , metallic bracelets surround the neck, sign of beauty , wealth or antecedent
social position, become obsoletes.Child

bearded but remain at the state of baby, hung
at what was a breast on what was a
body of woman.Oldman abandoned, imploring
not the pity,the help of the creator, but
the death that take a long time to come.
A lot of dogs, cats, strongly fattened
happy,assets, that stretch, revive
legs and sit up on hundred,
thousands of human body pieces, without
members,without skin,without stomach.....
A background music at fundamental shouts
ravens and sharp adder whistling and
a view in great angle on the flank of a
mountain, as far as the eye can see,
creatures in life……………………………………
inert and mobile human skeletons,all
animated by a synchronized movement,scrutinize
the horizon, the sky, in same direction, since
several days ………waiting for something,
and especially not to be photographed
as that, like animals, like models
elsewhere to show how much these
have succeeded or, the former have failed !.
The waited tender hour has finally arrived,in
the far a black point,growing without ceasing,
the looks become increasingly visible under
the great angle of the camera.
Finally,the noise deafening and the plane passes
to the close-cropped of heads and tens of
thousands peers of eyes follow it, some bags of
wheat and limp milk are then ejected ,that
tear and scatter to touch it the ground, then,
the race begin for people who can, that has no
need, therefore strong, they will become it
again more, nothing for the rest, even the
deliverance, the indecent death, the contrary
belongs the impossible.
Such is the image of Africa from which I
am coming during my first stays
in France and elsewhere in Europe, where I am
used to land each time, leaving behind me a
countryside green and happy.
In haste,I seeks and finds a card of the world,
I situate the nation object of the reporting.
My god, its again Africa
The very hot blood flow on my face of
young adolescent .I drowses, I am taken
by the dream,I am also on the flank of
the hill, I scrutinize the sky, the black point
late to appear,I lost the courage and the force
to speak,but my brain system functions
as wonder, it is more powerful, and more
available, more active,it is in top level,
more nothing frightens it,sensational,I pity
the world,the creator of this country of
millions of skeletons, in rug everywhere
in arid fields, imagining the color
that had the water, the taste that had
the bread, honey…………….
I pity the destiny,the sun,the humain..god,
Why my god, why my father made
the unpardonable error,to make me borne,
why?, without apparent reason, except to have
a lot children, he tells , god has created them,
god will take cares of them.
Poor father , maybe he finished
certainly his days in total ignorance
of his sons, girls, relatives, humanity
all whole, now, it lies, there; under the
sun overwhelming, scrutinizing the sky.
I will have wanted to borne
and live in an other world (where only
the law reigns, no in that,where, the justice
overwhelms my similar humans
and protects the others. These laws were
made by individuals to enslave the
individuals, to obtain them joy, profitson
profits, to the detriment of others
individuals.

My father, my good father, whatever
is my suffering this day,tomorrow,the past or
the rest of my life, I forgive you, I am
incapable today to assist you,
to help you. I am deprived of means
the day where I can, I have never
hesitate has to put them in your disposition, I
forgives my good father to have make me borne in
this world that sucks our blood, gnaws our
flesh and our bones.... I liked you my father,I
will always like you.

Neither woke,nor sleepy,the silence that
surrounds me,the shock of pictures for the first
time inunding my spirit, anesthetizing my
psychic abilities, make me travel among the
people of the hill , scrutinizing the sky. I
see in father , my children at the reach of
my view, in the immense park of skeletons and
I complain.I ceased to complain. Why
my god ! why I have made the immense crime
by giving birth to my children and
inculcating him the doctrine of an other world.
I observes now how much, they will suffer,
certainly far more that me. Why
a similar error.
*************************
My father, my good father, whatever
is my suffering this day,tomorrow,the past or
the rest of my life, I forgive you, I am
incapable today to assist you,
to help you. I am deprived of means
the day where I can, I have never
hesitate has to put them in your disposition, I
forgives my good father to have make me borne in
this world that sucks our blood, gnaws our
flesh and our bones.... I liked you my father,I
will always like you.
***************************
Neither woke,nor sleepy,the silence that
surrounds me,the shock of pictures for the first
time inunding my spirit, anesthetizing my
psychic abilities, make me travel among the
people of the hill , scrutinizing the sky. I
see in father , my children at the reach of
my view, in the immense park of skeletons and
I complain.I ceased to complain. Why
my god ! why I have made the immense crime
by giving birth to my children and
inculcating him the doctrine of an other world.
I observes now how much, they will suffer,
certainly far more that me. Why
a similar error.
The blood boils in................
my veins,the rustle of an icy cold
unequalled covers my body as
night , each time where, the idea that one of my
children will be a day mistreats,or,will tend the
hand to survive.
My god,save me of such sufferings,dont
guards me until this day. I have already too
see and lived.
I open eyes,I started, I redefined me.
This was not me, this was not my country,
it was my continent. The impact was too
fort, too rude.the day has been too long,
the qualifying weak and reach reduced.
Funny of coincidence, brutal contrast,
net and concrete, face to face with
the professor and the balanced feeding .
Vitamins, water, energy, the
lipids, the glucides, the oligo-elements,the
minerals, grease, oils ,the salt,the
proteins, calories, two and half - liters
water per day are necessary for the body that
expense two to five thousands calories dependes on
its activity, the calcium, the magnesium and the
sodium....and the people of the inert hill
scrutinizing the passage of the plane parachuting
kilos of food that scatter before
the arrival to the ground, and tens of cameras
surrounded by hundred of journalists
hurried by thousands of media coming from
the occident to amaze their citizen by
new spot, new pictures.Finally no one on the hill,
everyone has rejoined starlit buildings
except the people well of flat hill.
The human tide is omitted until the next scoop.
Someone told………this country
is formed by two ethnic groups whose more
important part suffers by delusion and can
be sacrificed!.The slaughter begins.
This will be unworthy to exploit the misery of our
brothers and neighbors for a mediocre thing!
Today in bottom end of our countryside,in
full middle of cactus or palm tree hedges
and by the intermediary of the magical plate
and bouquets emanating from the sky, whole
a choice is offered to us including that to see
in direct manner people dying.
We told normally that
whole what comes from the sky is blest, even by
the intermediary of satellites!
Good-bye study good-bye, I invested
in the hard and the soft.I will work on
machines. I no longer will suffer as much.

talebali

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Message par Admin le Ven Nov 15, 2013 10:00 am

connectina a écrit:
assez a écrit:لم أختر يوما ألإنتماء اي فصيلة البشر فأقحمت ضمنها دون إرادتي  
و ما كفاني العمر كلع لحصر مكايدهم و خداعهم و ظلمهم لبعضهم
وانتقامهم و جبروتهم و كفرهم و تلاعبهم

.....
citation Mimouni!
الإمام الشافعي:

لا تأسفن على غدر الزمان لطالما ***** رقصت على جثث الأسود كلاب

لا تحسبن برقصها تعلو على أسيادها ***** تبقى الأسود أسودا والكلاب كلاب

الميموني
ألاسد ولو في القفص يبقي أسدا
والكلب ولو صلوقيا يبقي نثنا و عبدا
جثة الاسد ولو في الفيافي تبقي مهابة
والقوم في طلبها يخوض المعارك الصعاب
والقلة من أشلائها تخلق النفور أو القرابة
و القلة من مخه أذلت أئمة و حورا و دئاب
فما إستسلم يوم أسدا حيا أو ميتا
أما الكلب يبقي كليب وابن كليب حتما

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la colère amère de Mimouni

Message par obaida le Dim Déc 15, 2013 11:35 am

J'ai beaucoup croisé mrmimouni sur les espaces virtuels mais aussi sur palkalk, il parle peu, et parait etre imprégné d'une certaine tristesse ce qui montre comme trainant un bagage assez lourd dont il refuse ou n'arrive pas a s'en débarrasser.
Je trouve ici des gens qui en parle et meme il mette sa photo en Logo, je n'ai rien contre, je l'estime bien, c'est un homme très cultivé polyvalent, je pense qu'il a fait sa carrière dans le domaine militaire car en general se sont ce genre de sujets qu'ils choisit pour intervenir, au passage je le salue

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