Lettres_Pour_Faust

Poem: To You Run! Runaway from this pain. Runaway to a better day. Go! Go-away to find the way. Go-away on the right Train. Don't! Don't forget about me. Don't cry because of me. And, Remember! Remember your promise to me. Remember our beautiful memories. I'll be waiting! I'll be waiting for your return. I'll be waiting front of the door to light the path. You will comeback! You will keep your oath to me! In the end, I am the Hearth of your soul, I am the womb who gave you birth. [You] Don't forget You. Written by Chaima Bizani , 09/12/2011- Ariana, Tunisia.

[Dedicated to my dentist] Without a person to get comforted by, Without a patient with a good welcoming smile, The dentist tries to finish his day before its start, And the clients are sitting in the Salon waiting for their turn. Like a mournful ceremony, the dentist sees the patient's mouth. He doesn't need your name, only at the end- When you turn your wallet upside-down. Mouths in pain are waiting in the Salon, And the dentist, as a missionary, cures them all. The day comes to its end, the mouths leave their seats, And finally the dentist returns to Be. Written by Chaima Bizani 08/02/2012, Montplaisir-Tunis [waiting for my turn]

 In the abyss of my soul, it shall remain under control, thanks to several thoughts made up by the mind. Unless the Freudian "I" shall rebel, and finally takes his side with the weak- painful body of my own. Oh, how long the "Am" is going to suffer from this world brought from above? Shall cries become rains so that the sky would recognize  my shouts and pain? I wrote this poem in: 3/02/2012 / El Gorgeni : IPELSHT . Chaima Bizani