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By Karim Kadiri
karim@naturalselling.biz

Articles:

Poems:

Band of brothers.

Bring it down low

Faiza

What’s the point of it all?

When you know there’s a child.

They call me radical

She gave me life

Si j’etais lui…

Son of a Bush

Gentle Giants

Funny...

From The Grave

No, Don't Play That Chord Again...

Dear Mrs Ambassador

Dear Life...

And What About?

And Then One Day...

When you know there's a child.

You are not your car !

FAIZA

Fifteen years or Three hundred and fifty moons

And you’re still here in my eyes and in my heart 

In my sleep, in nightmares I’m not sure I want to forget

And in dreams I’m not sure I want to wake up from

 

I just want to see you and cry

I just want to see you before I die

I just want to see you

I still love you and still live and breathe you

Where are you, please where are you?

I love you.

 

Fifteen years or a hundred women and many wasted nights

And you are still in my tears and my smiles

When I think back of our bus stop and our innocence

I haven’t been me since us; I haven’t been me since you…

 

Fifteen years or a millennium of pain and still

I hurt from not having you and not finding you

Will I ever get to hold you again and say I’m sorry?

I did not know our love could only happen once

 

Fifteen years or a million repressed memories

And you’re still here able to make me sob

I surfed the net, navigated through sites and drove myself wild

   There’s so much I have to say to you, please just give me a sign

This time I will be there for you!

 

by Karim Kadiri

 

 

 

 

 
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