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Mohamed Failali

February 19, 2012

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About The Author

I am Mohamed Failali. I was born on 23/11/1969. I live in Martil, Province of Tetuan, north of Morocco. I work hard for my living. But I have a hobby: I write. I left university in 1993, unable to continue my studies for so many reasons. Since then I have learnt English and Spanish. I began writing in 1987 to forget about the Stone Age classes I was receiving. Now I write poetry, stories, novels and screenplays in Arabic, English, French and Spanish.

Books
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Un Intruso inesperado 2009; novel in Spanish. Un Intrus Inattendu; French version. Salam 2010; stories in English, Spanish, French and Arabic. Versos del Alma; a collection of poems in Spanish. Hope; a collection of poems in English.

http://www.mohamedfailali.com mohamed.failali@gmail.com +212 658 526 552

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These are so-called poems I have written so far. I wanted to share them with the world to spread a message of worry about humans in general. English is my fourth language. Just to give you an idea. So, please accept this present from me and share it with as many people you know as possible. I wish you success!

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A child

Sighing winds Whispering trees Flapping wings Yawning sun Country mornings Awaiting fun A child running After a butterfly His cries rising High in the sky Green meadows Swarming with bees Pasturing cows Mourning doves Near old ladies Remembering loves That became stories
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And the mad child After his fairies Still running wild Tuesday, March, 13, 2001

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Dogs life

A child and a dog, Both lost in the smog, Sharing almost everything, Bed, meal and ceiling, Wandering in the night Out of people's sight To fall asleep anywhere, With no cover but their hair. A dog and a child, together, Live, survive and suffer Under the cold of winter. But people seem colder When seeing both creatures That show strange features, They go on walking As if it were nothing.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2001

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Wooden hearts

He lies in the middle of the road His wounds bleeding People around Just keep watching With wooden hearts The curtains down coming This is the end of a tragedy He has just played his last cards To face such an awful destiny Neither the wounds give up bleeding Nor people give up watching

Monday, April, 30, 2001

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Martyr
She had just given birth To a nice child She cried for all she was worth Then she died She had always dreamt Of becoming a mother Never had she felt Like living forever But for the sake of her lover And the child they would have together

Thursday, May, 10, 2001, 16:40

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Hope
Looking desperately at the sky Not, at all, aiming high, An Afghan refugee Wonders where to flee. A child of not more than five Obliged to keep hope alive In the face of so many dangers: Mines, missiles, hunger and vultures. O lost son! I am so sorry I could not calm your worry.

Saturday, October, 13, 2001

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Shadow
That tear on your cheek seemed to be Like moonlight reflected on a quiet sea. We both were young and somehow crazy. I was the bee; you were the daisy.

We were too young to understand. Our love was too weak to withstand. If only we could believe it to succeed. We chose the word; we forgot the deed.

Do you remember as I still do? All the wonder in this life was you. Tell me if I am mistaken or what.

Now you are nothing but the shadow Of a young girl I knew years ago, Something that lies deep in my heart.
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Saturday, 1, December, 2001.

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Ashes
Smoke rises in the air As lost souls fade away After the end of a nightmare, War that let nothing But ashes everywhere. A dead woman lying On her cold child Had tried to save him in vain. With her hands, so tender and mild, She wanted to cover him from a fire rain. Were they men or devils? Those who dared shoot both dead? I am afraid, more than wild animals, They had neither a heart nor a head.

Monday, 17 December, 2001.

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Lies
With their snaky neck-ties, They pose before the cameras To bestow upon us with lies About the best of all the eras. Even a child of less than ten Can immediately realize The nasty trick and then Lose faith. Though wise Politicians pretend to be, The result, at last, belies All they promised yesterday.

Thursday, 19 December, 2001.

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Who?
Who wins when a mine explodes And an innocent child falls On the burning ground Unconscious of the world around To awake after long hours And see he lost his members?

Tuesday, 1, January, 2002. (15h)

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What?
Human waves flowing While the cannons blowing, The widows wailing And the orphans crying. What do they harvest, those who send soldiers to burst down the innocents houses and inflict upon them such heavy losses? What do they win, those Who sell destructive weapons To rival nations or factions And, thus, make their end close?

Wednesday, 2, January, 2002.

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Wonder
She used to go down to the river To fill her buckets with water. Like an insane, I used to follow her. It was one lovely summer. I used to anticipate her And jump into the water. She would let me suffer. As usual, I caught fever. She was a real wonder. I was too young to gather She was to leave soon or later. While I was thinking in wonder, I was surprised by my mother: You will no more catch fever! Only then did I gather The one I used to call Wonder Had just left forever.
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THURSDAY, 3, DECEMBER, 2002.

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Game
He was a child with every right to play. As usual, he was so glad that day When the sky began raining with fire He was but a child with a huge desire To play with children of his age, Unaware of hatred, revenge and rage. Another innocent among so many others, Killed, mutilated or left without fathers. The coward behind the handle is decorated in a solemn act with all vampires invited to celebrate the murder of innocent people in a nasty, unfair and unequal battle.

Copyright 2012 Mohamed Failali ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Books
List of e-books: Contact:
2/19/2012

Un Intruso inesperado 2009; novel in Spanish. Un Intrus Inattendu; French version. Salam 2010; stories in English, Spanish, French and Arabic. Versos del Alma; a collection of poems in Spanish. Hope; a collection of poems in English.

http://www.mohamedfailali.com mohamed.failali@gmail.com +212 658 526 552

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