Days in Fez

An Hotel like if I was hearing Malher

Yes, My brother, this room is very well

I will walk and talk with the boys

Yes, My dear brother, the room is cool.

A poem like if I was writting the poem I wrote

the day I was in Fez, the days I was wandering, like a poet

In the old town, the french town, the big avenues of Fez.

Not a poem like if I was praying Al-lâh

Because I was praying Al-lâh

And I worship Al-lâh

Meanwhile I remember the Life

Medina of Fez

Fez (general view)

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