Some body has scared the suspense
I took my notebook..!
Contrary to my expectations
I wrote down the anecdotal rhythm…
The corridor’s silence was so clear that I could not think more…
A fresh prey or cadaver was decorating the mythical crime…
Above each detail, there was an ignored detail…
I heard a fast music within the walls…
A crime suspended on the neck, Searched its charge
Not far from the game’s rules
I saw a bittersweet suspect
I throw a mystical suspense in the emplacement
I took my notebook again to mystify my sight
In every moment, I felt, as you did not expect,
That I adored the doom…
Some wrinkles dispute the salt.
However, the bitter sugar becomes a witness
Of the legendary prey…
Some thing deeply suspects the cadaver
To have murdered the corridor’s space
It was always a definitive struggle
Between not only the witnesses
But those never saw the legend can share the suspense
My notebook deserves to read itself;
To joy, for a long moment, the innocent sequence.
Suddenly even if no judgment…
No evidence till the last tale…
All the honey returns back to the suspected bee.
The sugar we put on the time’s hand fills the wind;
Ties the horizons’ look…
And unfortunately, the sun signs a long contract with darkness.
Against my logical tale’s sequences,
I carry my old notebook, and I note no end.
The cadaver will be still alive till tomorrow
The witness will surely burn the salt, the sugar and the honey.
The doll will rend the enigma..!
All the mystical movements will seat down on the details
Then how to end the story?
How to organize furtive roof?
“Easy or hard “Archaic allocution or sterile weapon.
I never thought of at all.
I did not, absolutely, fight the traditional routine.
How to investigate over my arrested abilities?
Perhaps, the common sense of live will clarify the case...!
Perhaps, the corridor will disappear somewhere…!
And the search will find the lost extremity of suspense …!
by Haithem Saad Ziane / Algeria
