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ما انفكّـتْ تُراودهُ عنْ فقرهِ
في كلِّ يومٍ يقفُ في قميصهِ الذي أكلَ البردُ والريحُ قطعًا منهُ
وحذائهِ الذي مزّقتهُ الطـّرقاتُ أمام أبنيتهِ الشّاهقةِ وأبراجه العالية
وتلكَ المشاريعِ الـّـتي في طورِ البناء ... كمْ هيَ ضخمةٌ مشروعاتهِ
يهزُّ رأسه بقوّة ....
تبـّــًا لأحلامِ اليقظةِ ما انفكـّتْ تراودهُ عنْ فقرِه . |
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Enticed by Reveries
Every day he stands wearing his shirt that was hunted and eaten by cold and wind , and his shoes that was ripped apart by the streets in front of his high buildings , lofty towers and the uncompleted projects ………. How great his projects are!!
...He shakes his head strongly
.Damn it , his reveries still entice him