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There was no one had known me here

only Charles came to drink beer 

Was it true?

Was it dream?

we were drinking 

and didn't know what they would mean

In different languages

without rhythm 

We were singing obscene songs 

about this world full of wrongs.

Was it true?

Was it dream?

we were drinking 

and didn't know what they would mean

Whenever our smoke turned into  fog 

our voices got louder than the barking of dog. 

and the poor cats would resort to him because I was throwing empty bottles at them.

Was it true?

Was It dream?

we were drinking and didn't know what they would mean

We drank a lot 

and I don't remember what happened after . 

I think he found the love that killed him as a master

and I had no choice but to learn the language he spoke as a stranger.

Is it true?

Is it dream?

You can come to me 

or I go to you 

we will drink

but will never know what they will mean

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Nadim Alwazzeh is a poet, novelist, critic and theorist in arts and literature. He published many books in the Arabic language between Damascus and Tunisia, including Out of Hell, A Face That Doesn’t Remain Like His Image, and The Flood, in Poetry,  The lust of Miss Sophie and Dounia in my bed, in the novel,  Modernisation and its failure in the Arabic novel, in criticism.  and his last book was Artistic Existence and Its Knowledge, which is a theoretical attempt to approach science and art, examining the origin of art through its natural and human existence.