The time and the wave are roaring …….and the time br Extends as a coast of myth fog br As bodies of the cunning sessions br As the bodies of the days dumped onto orthogonal to the city and the sea br The time crying in the faces that burned with the suns of machines br Crazy April winds br Wheels.. Shops windows in the al-Aramla station, br Vapors of globalization br And its promiscuous obscene smiles br The time and the wave are roaring …….......... And br The tired sellers and sad girls sellers br And the congestion of the festivals night br And the minarets that lift their caps as salute br And the sky that become bloody blue from the madness of the poem br And the roses.. which was blue and dark as a soul - naked under the rain – br The wave was roaring as the time br And the time as the wave... in the game between sit down and leaving br Sit down to the sea br Or the departure from the empty ……..memory............