POEZII de WARDA ZERGUINE, Algeria

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WARDA ZERGUINE:

Is a poetess from algeria, born in Guelma )east of ALGERIA)

She is a writer, researcher in the popular oral tradition and Journalist (member of union algerian journalists), also she was a former senior executive in "ALGERIENNE DES EAUX".

WARDA ZERGUINE has published 04 works, a book entitled :" ALANKOUD" on folk proverbs and popular puzzles, "IllUMINATIONS" about the revolutionary folk songs in Guelma region and "JAWAHAR" a second part of the folk proverbs and popular puzzles and the fouerth one titled "TIZIMUT"

She has participated in many festivals in algeria – tunisia – jordan  .

And has participated in different international anthologies : mesopotamia cultural center belgrade –serbia- on 2018 and  2019 , collection of universal poetry  "jasmine and love collars" in tunisia, indonesia and india.

She wrote and recited different poems in different languages : arrabic , english and french.

 

 

LET ME DREAM

 

My confusion surpassed my suspicion

A day later…

In my dream…

Shadow spectrum…

Hold my hand

Pulling all paths forward…

Who interprets my friend…

A dream of a wounded heart?

Fall asleep for a moment

And show me

And show meIn darkness

Watch the shy dawn

I touch the wet face

In shuddering…

With Ice hands…

I overcome fear

It refuses…

And My legs refuse to flee…

Who interprets my friend

A dream of wounded heart?

My wound is tired

From a surgeon

I doubt my dream and my patience

In my release…

In my outburst..

In a dream

Let me dream, my friend

The wounded woman is not to blame.

 

Love at the time of the siege

 

At the crossroads of climb

Be my lover

O wave that carried me

Tide is no longer scary

And no longer in the doll fountain

Except your love

Pull me chest swing to you

From you picked up my wedding

I flirt with staying

O you who drowned me

Do you wipe off my maps?

Or pick me up from exile gazelle

For my seasons I love you

he said to equal text

Its depreciable text

I love you he said

Do not migrate except to my blood

You are my mirror to see me

I comb your pillow and sleep

Almighty says that I do not stay alone

I fear my estrangement from me

You be my compass to reach you

My love, you are the Transfiguration

If I have a love disk in my left

My love, you are a Lust for the character

If I have the texts of love with my right

I love you to be the beginning

And I love you to be the end.

 

 

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