Without you

Without you,
I am nothing!
Without heart or soul or faith
Nothing ... less than nothing!
Nonsense lying on the forecourt of the world,

A beggar wandering in a desert dry and burning,
Not without you I am nothing!
Ignored among a driven earth
A pariah, a churlish, a debased.
I am less than nothing.

You (an illusion! ... may be!)

You

You in an autumn day;
With a simple virtual kiss won my heart,
Changed my life in a tone soporific
And make me live bliss, euphoria!

Today, despite the constraints,
And the distance "I love you"
I dream with you to my life
And as for the Prince and Sleeping Beauty!

Tu (You)

Poem, written in English, Saturday, Sept. 23, 2012.
Translated into Romanian, is dedicated to my very dear Romanian Dora.

Tu

Ai într-o zi de toamnă;
Cu un sarut virtual de simplu a câștigat inima mea,
A schimbat viața mea într-un ton somnifer
Și fă-mă să trăiesc fericire, euforie!

Astăzi, în ciuda constrângerilor,
Și distanța "Te iubesc"
Eu visez cu tine la viata mea
Și, după cum pentru frumusețe și Prințul Adormita!

Gypsies

Gypsies: from mythology to history

At the beginning of XXI century, entire groups of "travelers" seem to have reached the end of their journey centuries, when seen stranded with their caravans on wasteland mired in the outer suburbs of the cities, in terms survivor precarious. Almost settled, these nomads have lost much of their traditions without having integrated into mainstream society. Always rejected, they continue to travel the world, rolling across borders, such as thistles blown by the wind. Some people stop too long as if the wheel of the trailer - which is their symbol - was broken. Those are stranded between two cultures and have more or less lost their identity.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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

"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.
 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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***

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

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 ...

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.