من الكلاكلة الى الحاج يوسف .. بقطار الأنفاق

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Paris dear as u might know, is practicing the same hypocrisy as all the other cities, she put up a beautiful dress, and a magnificent make up, and she is very welcoming like those grand mothers far away in kadogli. she smiles warmly and whispers to those with big pockets and credit cards with different colors -like the misery -that she is here, always young with her ancient history present as an evident. and the much she had got from those the much she is aggressive with those woke up one day and found themselves called, marginal,
Paris dear is tender, is giving, if and only if u r not part of the system. otherwise dear u can continue ur dreams about that rich village. Specially now where Adonis poems decorates the underground trains and stations too as a part of her of show of cosmopolitanism, wish i would be able to take some photo for that.

so Paris dear is no exception, its timed out with our homesickness and rhymes with the reality.

Mona