Inside the flower by Youssef Rzouga (book club recommendations txt) 📖

treasure keys
In order to listen to cock-a-doodle-doo
Then I say : Finally the rooster cries
To awake-for me-
The castle doormen,
My pregnant lady,
And the gardens of rococo epoch !)

A merged soul

She / The sky
Practises Yoga
And sits down like Buddha between two gigantic statues…
He / The (Rhinocoros), the vampire
Let the Viagra
And swallow me now…
As a soul merged in a point which is all this world

Flew the place

And He, from the window …
In the one hundredth floor, exploring the weather
Or reading his Fire horoscope in « Break Corner »
Or surfing in his web site – freely-till
the desired points
The scene frightened him
So he sat down on the first deckchair
And cancelled his rude head :
Wind has blown in the fire shirt
Red fire
Flew high
And covered the green earth and the …
Who was in the hundredth floor became dark
He sat down on the first deckchair
His head flew
The place flew !
.. The appointment flew.
And the wash embraced its hands
Faxes, « indifferent doctor radio », Echelon lenses,
the moon, lazer, « Yellow Papers » beat, all the digital
systems, the world, the fourth power, telex, the phone, even web
networks, became crazy..
Only the Crazy remains the greatest wise in his castle
But « Time » ..
(I have no head to use now since the « place » flew)

Here’s the high skies’eagle

Joining its head with that of its snake, on the rock
And then the rock is deaf
Who, then, will remove it from the little cage chest
Where the delicate human being soul
Calls the eagle and the snake,
Suffers from the lungs’narrowness

(The grumbling eagle became crazy when embracing it
He does not support neither his female
Nor her stinking body

The greatest catastrophe button

..On the lips
The word hardened :
« The nuclear soccer in the tintnium box :
A horror message
Under the wing of an admiral inhabited with greatness mania..
By his automatic gun he says to all the world :
This is the « Greatest Catastrophe » button
See
And care for
Oh ! You ! You won’t inherit
But darkened corpses and smoke won’t be erased !

The vanishment dance

The Big Brother has an eye
Its major concern is to :
Imposing Control and Fire
On the rich ant’s society northwards
And on its blue stomach, southwards
The escapee with the soul has no one bed between stars
The monk has no tour to hide
The dreamer of revolution and wealth escaped from his empty skeleton..
The most reasonable thing to do is :
Suicides now,
To escape or due to madness
Or
He has the opening of this era :

Vanishing in the Big Brother
By the soul twangging dance :
« The closure Nirvana »

?

(…) The first sky was smashed by the « others »
Nothing of the skyscrapers remained
Except a bloody scenery dating to the Horror
To a woman that emerged from the " Civilization Crash"
With a bandaged head
Elegizing on friends that passed away suddenly
And condemning the crow :
The wreckage of the map, soul and words..
Fires are out of hand
But, the heart’s map is wider than all what is happening now
Wider than impossible confrontation fronts
Than darknesses.

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Publication Date: 01-13-2010

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