THE DOOR OF THE EAST of Nada Al khury
What in God's name in the clouds infused sadness
calatosulla land and rain of tears
In the name of God, I declare that I am Daughter of the East
Daughter of pain, the grandson of the caliphs.
In the name of god I was killed by the death of my madre.Lei
was killed by her mother, who was killed by the people
who was born by women.
In the name of God
We killed one by one
In nottedi blacks eyed beauty who ...
darkness stripped of the ablutions, immirgendosi
In the bathrooms and the powerful palezzi
On the night of the sultans and cooling of buildings
On the night of salt and ash.
O tribe, we killed
The father of our father, our lords and masters, all
"al Qaida" and the individual women
petrified by looking back.
or tribe, we were born
from heresy, from sin and lust
From ancient inns of infidelity take nights.
O tribe, we
From far away, through the Silk Road
From India to the Arab countries, the Peninsula and ports of the east. Scaevola
on silk, rolling
From the street, biting ferocious hunger, we were bitten,
and all we wanted was to be
but the crescent moon cut the meat of the dark, exposed our shame.
And the door of the East opens.
The front door opens on its eastern spices and perfumes in the markets, the door opens on tissues and on the edges of the "Abayat, the jihab, veils and sheets, the fabric twists on the strings of laundry and burden on the shoulders of the curves of the ideal of freedom and independence, the East dates sdei collapses under the weight and burden of the desert, from the primeval worship of the creation of the world until the creation of worship, and prayer in the morning until the decline of the nobility.
The front door opens East
And they're all men
Their night dominates the night the cafes, the "hookah" and the cardamom
Their night can dominate
The harem, to extinguish the light of the Sun
, to execute the possible
to announce the madness.
The door of the East, except the pity of the sultan
that shuts the earth on its inhabitants
The door of the east is a land where time
exile in the land of his children then. Li turns their lives
And the question becomes
charm that you can not bear reaction creates reaction
And men did not answer. Please
The door of the east;
O family, hide!
O God, hidden in your misiricordia
The East is a sick woman at night
And the sun And his concubine
ustiobe his death
And the door of the east sings
my heart, do not ask where the love went.
was a palace of dreams that fell
And sings the east door of the East: The
livid anger comes and goes and I am a believer.
Anger comes and goes and I am a believer.
And the door of the east sings
my voice, arise, as they wave shakes the soul,
said, perhaps something in their wake.
the door of the east is envy
door to open, leads to shame, leads to the loss.
the door of the east is written
Load the pain on his shoulders
the door of the East is a sculptured cry
Ripped from the bowels of man.
In the East they say to her daughter
Care your chastity.
Since then the call is an exceptional honor
kill
In the East this is exceptional.
The door of the Orient is a word that creates words and
people
They fight all the time in minutes of confusion.
Generations were born, and found themselves in war
And war is language.
people write, people read and people repeating things
apposta.Qualcuno Without it goes, someone emigrates and the rest
Search tracks.
Enough with the words and the meaning is broken
The door of the east is the man insane
Hides the cardinal points.
The door of the east is a liar. Every day the sun rises
It is ingiottito at sunset.
not believe in the promise you have made the promise
old is your land is a garment
That time has stopped and the road has worn.
The door of the east is written on the front of the people
With the ashes of the earth
Mix Your body, your hungry, your thirsty, your destiny.
Wandering around the door thresholds
dripping moaning
Thresholds: Count your men
, Has
The wind blows violently
grieves the passing of his father burns
Zero
From the day he discovered the Strait
zero still in their hands. Wandering around the door
cries of children and the children are old
A hat .. one, two
door of the stairs and climb
Open the door. Open the door or
Sultan, protect
We are young, your hands are tired
a knock at your door, the night gets longer
Until revival of Leyla
In his Little Red Riding Hood says
woe to us, my grandmother died
and yet we run after the monster
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