Wednesday 19 September 2012

paixão

Portuguese version of the poem "passion"
                                                For my friends in Latin America!

Eu quero ver o que eu sinto ... que te inspira,
Respire o que você expira.
Para entender o que eu sou para você.
Quando o tempo pára, como agora,
Onde minha alma anseia e definha;
Formas de seu corpo é uma miragem,
Para os meus olhos, meu coração surpreendido
E meu fusível sangue.

passion



passion

 I want to see what I feel ... inspires you,
 Breathe what you exhale.
 To understand what I am for you.
 When time stops, as now,
 Where my soul longs and languishes;
 Forms of your body is a mirage,
 For my very eyes, my heart surprised
 And my blood fuse.

Sunday 16 September 2012

Eu não sei ...


Poema dedicado aos meus amigos no Brasil e na América Latina
Eu não sei ...

Apesar de nossos argumentos, você continuará a ser uma pessoa importante para mim.
Eu deveria voltar, mas eu não ais, por quê?
Eu não sei ainda. Talvez eu fiquei com medo.
Temer o olhar dos olhos dos outros, o medo da dor, eu não sei.
As coisas mudaram, eu sei.

Você é uma pessoa única. Talvez você é a pessoa
que vai curar meu coração ferido, quebrado e esvaziou tantas vezes pisada.
Eu estava em seus braços, mas eu já vi muito tarde, por quê?
Eu não sei. Eu não tenho palavras para expressar meus sentimentos.
Talvez um dia você vai entender por que eu estou fazendo isso.
Agora eu embarcar mais medo, mas lamento.

Why I support Ali Benflis


I'm not a jockey policy or an opportunist.


I support the candidacy of Ali Benflis, to help out my country, Algeria, doldrums, the disaster in which it is driven, driven by all sorts of evils, at their head the serious phenomenon of corruption.
I found long ago that Mr. Ali Benflis had the qualities of a great statesman. From, first, a family of martyrs of the great war in Algeria, it has always been a strong advocate of freedom and just causes.
It was also a great Prime Minister, despite the constraints of the system, which have severely hampered. He tried to do with it, using his moral honesty and his management skills.

My love!


 My Love

 It all started when our eyes met,
 You spilled my heart, you did capsized.
 A wind of love has made me lose my head
 Our history is not born to it stops.
 Our love grows day by day
 I let go and close my heart to double turn.

Friday 14 September 2012

Lembre-se ... o amigo!



Lembre-se ... o amigo!

Todo mundo sabe que eu nunca murmurou qualquer discurso.
Todo mundo sabe que eu nunca tentei esconder meus defeitos.
Eu julga mal se há uma justiça e compaixão ...
No entanto, tenho fé, porque eu sempre fui leal.

Tuesday 11 September 2012

the dancer




For one day, the prince's court invited a dancer,
her musicians.
It was presented to the court,
then she danced before the prince
the sounds of the lute, flute and zither.
She danced the dance of flames and the swords and spears;

The sun rises in the east




In my life I have traveled and seen very beautiful country...
 ...There are wonderful countries in the world…
 ...a country that took me in his arms… Sweden, who adopted   me ... I will never forget…Northerners are   beautiful ... fantastic.
 Sweden, where I had a great love ... Sweden where I lost, too, a great love ... through my fault, my only fault...

Monday 10 September 2012

Eu estou esperando



Poema dedicado ao meu muito querido brasileiro Martin Roginsky.


Este poema é de uma história original, mas real ... ficcionado pelo autor! 
Obrigado por deixar seus commentaies!...   Kamel Heriouil


 Note from the author:
 This poem was originally written in English.
 The translation was done by a friend.
 Do not hesitate to contact me, if you want the original copy of the poem.
 Thank you for your understanding and happy reading!

 Kamel Heriouil.




Eu estou esperando

Cruzados com corte celeste
O coração batendo de prazer,
Estou esperando!
Na beira do mar ao pôr do sol,
Capaz no ar esta noite fresca

Sunday 9 September 2012

"My Testament" (This is not an illusion)


"My Testament"

 I want to say hello to you this way,
 Because you are my love,
 My only love.
 You are the woman of my dreams, honey!
 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
 You are my wife, my darling, my beloved!
 My wife forever,
 My wife for eternity!
 My heart, my soul and my mind.
 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Saturday 8 September 2012

PRAZER by Marin Mrosinsky


"Praze", a beautiful poem written by Marta Mroginski, a beautiful Brazilian poet.
I thank her very much for allowing me to publish his work.
I also thank him for his friendship, his sensibility and his affection for the poetry.

Kamel Heriouil.





Eu sou *


Eu sou alguém verdadeira

Eu sou aquela que te consome inteiro***

Eu sou a essência da vida *

Eu sou aquela que as vezes te causa feridas***

Friday 7 September 2012

Goodness and wisdom of Buddha


The Buddha is characterized by its profound wisdom. Also the notion of wisdom is at the heart of Buddhism. Yet it is a vague concept, difficult to describe and even more difficult to achieve.
How do we become wise? Is that it is something that we can actively develop, or do we just expect us settle down with age?

I have two women... (Just an illusion)



I hope
And what I hope?
A woman who comes to bring me his smile,
And sweet words.
a woman

Me watching me and grabbed me.
Talking to me and hear me.
A woman crying
In my opinion,
Then I will have the grace to it

Wednesday 5 September 2012

Face at dawn


For Thailand the land of smiles!

Open to the Light ignites the desire of beauty.

 Old age we hang on our eyelids
 Dust separation of ownership and hatred;
 Extend our hands will make them more beautiful and we freer.

The road to the East (just an illusion)

Wipawon Siri (Thailande)

Poem that I dedicate to .. my great and dear friend ...Wipawon Siri!

 At the end of the road, the stars sleep
 Only the wind stirs.
 At the end of the road, waiting for a smile Regards
 Embellished with light.
 The eyes of a woman, maddened by the landscape covered
 Dark clouds
 The eyes of a woman waiting for a smile from somewhere, Fits in a vacuum.
 The pink petals scattered over the ground,
 The rod liberty dies ...

Monday 3 September 2012

Go so far ...


Go so far ...

Today, I exist,
Tomorrow I would not be here!
Leave only the good and evil that I have done,
Tears, perhaps, of those who love me!
Those I left behind.

Friday 31 August 2012

This is my night


In the long and terrible night haunts me,
I see you again and again,
Packed with fun, light and beauty.
Defying time and light,
You're always there in my dreams,
So beautiful, so gay before,
The time I have known you,
The time I loved you!

Guerre d'Algérie (1954-1962):Les faits marquants.


Délégation des principaux dirigeants du FLN (de gauche à droite : Mohamed KhiderMostefa LacherafHocine Aït AhmedMohamed Boudiaf et Ahmed Ben Bella) après leur arrestation à la suite du détournement, le 22 octobre 1956 par l'Armée française, de leur avion civil marocain, entre Rabat et Tunis, en direction du Caire (Égypte).

Un vaste mouvement de révoltes naît au fil des ans. L'algérien sujet, sans droit politique, de la France devient citoyen français par la loi du 20 septembre 194792 et peut désormais circuler librement entre l'Algérie et la métropole. Selon le journaliste et écrivain Yves Courrière : « Lors du xxe siècle, 75 % des Algériens n'étaient pas scolarisés. La majorité de la population était au chômage. Les colons faisaient leurs affaires. L'algérien était sujet de la France et non un citoyen de la France ».

Thursday 30 August 2012

The U.S. after November 6, 2012



Gangrene of American finance has led to a global economic crisis with known results: loss of jobs, bankruptcy million homeowners, the decline of social protection. Yet five years later, the effect of a singular paradox, no one can quite exclude arrival at the White House a man, Willard Mitt Romney, who owes his immense fortune to finance speculative, the relocation of jobs and charms (tax) of the Cayman Islands.

Night covers the sun


The night has just fallen on this earth!
A dark night full of turmoil, suffering and calamity.
By temptation and the power of perversion, wheat do more crops, rivers dry up, as caught in a secular aridity or sucked by a centrifugal force from the center of the planet; fields produce only weeds, concrete and mud.