{"id":3112,"date":"2019-04-03T19:13:08","date_gmt":"2019-04-03T19:13:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=1235"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:16:37","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:16:37","slug":"mountassir-aziz-morocco","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/mountassir-aziz-morocco\/","title":{"rendered":"Mountassir Aziz, Morocco"},"content":{"rendered":"
Mountassir Aziz, Morocco<\/strong><\/div>\n
Member of IWA Bogdani<\/em><\/div>\n
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Mountassir Aziz, is a globally focused poet who has committed his writings to the betterment of humanity and peace. He was born in Casablanca, Morocco on March 30, 1961, and he presently lives in the north of the Kingdom of Morocco with his wife and their son.Aziz has dedicated thirty years of his life teaching about the modern-day renewal of poetry and the transformation of the traditional Arabic language structure. He says that there is traditional poetry, modern poetry and then, precious poetry.The poet has received three honorary doctorates and high honors due to his literary work and service to humanity. The World Federation of Goodwill Ambassadors has recognized his significance with a Certificate of Goodwill Ambassador from Morocco. He passionately devotes his global acclaim to serve as a humanist and humanitarian leader and an ambassador of creativity and peace.Aziz has been an invitee to a large number of cultural conferences and international poetry festivals in Spain, Tunisia and Egypt.Mountassir has 4 poetry collections in Arabic: The Sad Melody, Play Waiting, Double Play and Pain, and Scratches on the Waiting Face. As Much as Fancy Comes Reproaching is the title of his new poetry work, which is in print. His poems have been translated into various languages, including Amazigh, French, Spanish, Italian, English Japanese, Serbian, Kurdish, and Slovakian. Mario Rigli, a renowned Italian poet and painter, has translated some of his poems and sang them as\u00a0 a musical composition together with the well-known Italian composer, Fabio Martoglio. His works have also been translated into Italian by Maria Palumbo, into English by William S. Peters and Nizar Sartawi .Some of his Arabic poems have been sung by Naima Elghandouri and fawzy elkaram..<\/div>\n
Mountassir Aziz is:<\/div>\n
The President of international forum of creativity and humanity. The Ambassador of Inner Child Press Washington in North Africa.The Ambassador of WIP (Nigeria) in Morrocco<\/div>\n
He\u00a0 participated in 4 poetry international anthologies:- Atunis galaxy anthology 2019- The current international anthology if English poem Festival prime India 2019- Love Morrocco by William s Peters Sr- The Book of the Arab Writers.<\/div>\n
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FLOWER OF YOUR TIME<\/strong><\/div>\n
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I am the flower<\/div>\n
of your time<\/div>\n
Don\u2019 t let me<\/div>\n
In the hand of the sellers<\/div>\n
Keep me in the vase<\/div>\n
of your heart<\/div>\n
My fragrance is your love<\/div>\n
And my color is your dress<\/div>\n
My thorns are your guards<\/div>\n
Don\u2019 t let me<\/div>\n
In the harsh hands<\/div>\n
Emprison me<\/div>\n
In the cage of your chest<\/div>\n
Water me ..<\/div>\n
I\u2019 m planting in you<\/div>\n
My thirst for life<\/div>\n
You\u2019 re my ancient dream<\/div>\n
I flirt with you<\/div>\n
In my nightmares<\/div>\n
I erase the fog<\/div>\n
Off your beauty<\/div>\n
And ,with my thorn bouquet ,<\/div>\n
I make a fort to protect you<\/div>\n
I bury your sorrow<\/div>\n
In Automn pools<\/div>\n
And I transform<\/div>\n
your tear<\/div>\n
Into dew<\/div>\n
For you \u2018re<\/div>\n
A wonderful dream<\/div>\n
You\u2019 re<\/div>\n
childhood\u2019 s innocence<\/div>\n
You \u2018re a prayer \u2018s purity<\/div>\n
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Is war<\/div>\n
Waiting for herself<\/div>\n
In destruction<\/div>\n
In harvesting prematurely<\/div>\n
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Burning the fruits<\/div>\n
In the overheating sky<\/div>\n
With smoke<\/div>\n
On the closed window<\/div>\n
On the deserted door<\/div>\n
And sand<\/div>\n
Like the ear knocks<\/div>\n
Pallor and twigs<\/div>\n
Celebrating throttle breaths<\/div>\n
On blood stars<\/div>\n
A pure criminal on a family<\/div>\n
Peace<\/div>\n
In their zooming<\/div>\n
Going and not seeing<\/div>\n
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Her dreams<\/div>\n
Shelling in turns<\/div>\n
the darkness<\/div>\n
Dance in the huts of light<\/div>\n
In Opera Safety<\/div>\n
Human crawls into hills<\/div>\n
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Of dust<\/div>\n
Planted in the eye of time<\/div>\n
Tear<\/div>\n
And steal the mellow cast<\/div>\n
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Do not look for water<\/div>\n
To wash the forehead of orphans<\/div>\n
And the thirst of time<\/div>\n
I am not the one who cries<\/div>\n
It is the fragrance of peace<\/div>\n
Freaked out<\/div>\n
From the shadow of life<\/div>\n
From the date of covenants<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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From the books of religions<\/div>\n
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Human screams<\/div>\n
Call<\/div>\n
Without nobility<\/div>\n
Storm storms<\/div>\n
And clouds<\/div>\n
In front of a deep farewell<\/div>\n
The lamp was there<\/div>\n
We were young<\/div>\n
The world was small<\/div>\n
For the light of souls<\/div>\n
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my village<\/div>\n
my city<\/div>\n
I drew letters from fire<\/div>\n
And Odette dried up<\/div>\n
The banks were built<\/div>\n
Central corridor<\/div>\n
Of fragments of destruction<\/div>\n
And the lost form<\/div>\n
Love and house<\/div>\n
Between generations<\/div>\n
And countries<\/div>\n
Between\u00a0Joys of existence<\/div>\n
And grueling ages<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\nTalk<\/div>\n
by Moroccan poet Aziz Mountassir<\/div>\n
Translated by Nizar Sartawi<\/div>\n
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The pens of the geniuses<\/div>\n
Mozart\u2019s melodies<\/div>\n
Marcel\u2019s solos<\/div>\n
and Shakespeare\u2019s poems<\/div>\n
talked to me<\/div>\n
about love<\/div>\n
and about the time that has passed<\/div>\n
about the density of darkness<\/div>\n
and the vending of peace<\/div>\n
about the naked shame<\/div>\n
that has melted the candles<\/div>\n
caused the flowers to shrivel<\/div>\n
besieged me with misery<\/div>\n
sent security<\/div>\n
to void<\/div>\n
and let bodies fall victim<\/div>\n
to the yellowness of autumn<\/div>\n
and storms of winter<\/div>\n
They talked to me about<\/div>\n
the streams of blood<\/div>\n
to placate evils<\/div>\n
among the nations of jasmine<\/div>\n
about oppression and dreams<\/div>\n
in the age of gallows and punishment<\/div>\n
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The rustling of my alphabets<\/div>\n
is a nap for doves<\/div>\n
virgin parks<\/div>\n
not yet pollinated<\/div>\n
living the ecstasy of desires<\/div>\n
Their eyes see impurities<\/div>\n
Their tongue talk of beauty<\/div>\n
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\nWorld Female\u00a0<\/strong><\/div>\n
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O world female<\/div>\n
How you bear so many meanings<\/div>\n
A legend you are that can never be erased<\/div>\n
You\u2019ve filled the years<\/div>\n
with men<\/div>\n
Deep and sundry thoughts you are<\/div>\n
a bliss and love<\/div>\n
and colors on lips<\/div>\n
Wicked is he<\/div>\n
who calls you snake<\/div>\n
And noble who\u2019s been given your poison<\/div>\n
to drink and be cured<\/div>\n
If the world has a life<\/div>\n
you are its life<\/div>\n
Wake up O time<\/div>\n
Move from the burial place of shadows<\/div>\n
to the truth of light<\/div>\n
For Eve is the festivity<\/div>\n
with whom wishes are fulfilled<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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