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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