Echraf Saadaoui

“عند موت من نحب نكفِّنه. نلفه برحمة و نحفر في الأرض عميقاً. نبكي. نعرف أننا ندفنه لنمضي إلى مواصلة الحياة.

أي عاقل ينبش قبور أحبابه؟”
― رضوى عاشور, الطنطورية

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Without music, life would be a mistake.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets