Moustafa Al Yassin

A Syrian who lives in Finland. Almost schizophrenic. Almost surreal. Definitely poetic. And all that only in the title of one of his
poems; “Nothing between me and here”


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	Saddle over the Horse of Memory by Moustafa Al Yassin Still it is, mixing the first lines the father has been drawing over the white paperDescribing the first horse my eyes has ever seenBut that horse was running awaySo much has been mixed this lines.Forty YearsAnd still I am th
	Waves of Warm Ocean by Moustafa Al Yassin The noise of flameTouching the eyelids with the flames of the missingwhile the tears that running under there will never stop anything of the memory insideAnd the wishes and the Iraqi poemwhich passing between two wonders and a que
	Good Evening - Good Night by Moustafa Al Yassin Good EveningGood NightHelloThe kings of the whole worldThe kings of the world have been sleepingin the dark cornersunder their crowns-a human beingunder their beings-a bedunder their beds

	The lotus flower by Moustafa Al Yassin If I were in chargeI would change the yellow whiteand the white green.....and the green red.......and the red stone.......... and the stone human beingand the human being angel and the angel
	Poetry pieces from the burning scale by Moustafa Al Yassin Let’s burnLet’s burn there where we wantin the eyelashesin the faraway of autumnin the amputated eyelids forestin the river of icy veinin the spongy capital citiesin the counterfeits sea-shellswh
	Kiss and sky by Moustafa Al Yassin Cloud larger than kisskiss larger than skyso the evening passnear your eyesand the wondering little birds, slept near your wonderI have the best moment to confessto draw a traveler dream in our smiling earthbut
	Honour of Love by Moustafa Al Yassin Honour in the forgotten wallSimilar to the forgotten honour in the wallbringing the morning regards all over my sad gardensDrawing age as a wonderful flowererthat has been just waking up this afternoon, today.In h
	Monuments of Seven Boats by Moustafa Al Yassin The night is trying to sleep over the mast of patiencelike the moonAnd the moon is lightning the bedroom which is overfilled with dreams and wishesAnd the moon firing a volcano of loveIn the whispers circles betwe
	Monuments of Seven Boats by Moustafa Al Yassin The night is trying to sleep over the mast of patiencelike the moonAnd the moon is lightning the bedroom which is overfilled with dreams and wishesAnd the moon firing a volcano of loveIn the whispers circles betwe
	Striking Beauty by Moustafa Al Yassin This yearI lovedhalf of the possibilitiesof my chanceAnd I walkedhalf stepsNo knowledgeBackwards and forwardsand I cut my dreamas a professional SharayarTo the rest of this Friday
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