AbdelKadir Kechida
(Algeria)
Transformation
To my son an integral part of me
In the limbo woods land…
A hill is just no like any other hill,
Its animals is rocks and objects sponsored by the unknown,
Its golden sun is dusty and its silver moon is wanted by suspicions strange world…
The wind seemed stormy in recklessly way
Recovering the remains of the dead on the land,
Buried and buried others.
Each liver die? and Are all the dead can be emit life in herself again ??
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Clinging on branches » that emitted »
« After that it was just a corpus moving on the trees. »
it is Lost- unfathomable- depths of the past
Clinging to power and clinging to life
at Sight of all:
did not fall … Resistant … turned into a cocoon
And no spring coming this year
one year has passed,
and the wind still to ravaging the earth
Clinging to power and clinging to life
Suddenly:
settle down… did not hold …turned into a breeze
and Spring impose control over the nature as whole
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which a wonderful soft object
thrown a Look toward the sun after he rip his dusty cocoon.
flew high …
Melted in the light…
As hunger in harvest time.
15/11/2015
In the death
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In the death…
the whole universe being integrate
Dissolved in the crucible of scare
In the universe of nothing.
In the death..
the whole mistakes being dismiss
living in the lost memory
In the forgettable real.
In the death
The life is resurrected in itself
Slipping inter wind in the desert
In the hidden house.
Oh.Ashtaar, oh goddess of death
I am die… Must to die with me.
Because the death is a goddess following to you.
An integral part of you
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In the nostalgia
Whole the sick souls are being fight
Peculate looks into the throne of kingdom
And disappear in the universe of nothing
In the nostalgia
Whole teardrops are shake
Feeding on the cauterization memory
In the universe of sorrow
In the nostalgia
Whole the distance syncopated in itself
In the beauty of tender
in the childhood time.
Oh Ashtaar, oh goddess of the sad universe
Maybe the live warn to us about the windy month season..
The day of captain meeting with greatest meadow whale.
That day, i will be resurrected again..
As you too
Because I am an integral part of you
10/07/2016
Solo Guitar
You walk on my chords
Afraid, my dreams hunting me!?
You must to come back with birds
With Shown-disappear things in my memory
Snow…rain. Solo guitar
My guitar
O crazy reality
O watchful in night at the time of promiscuity
Oh marvel from the world of prisons
Pregnant as you are
With a sense of spring
Joy rider
With a ideas of Karl Marx
Sweep me away that’s tones.
In Refraction of summer
In the throes of autumn
On The time of winter
Killed me again that’s words
In the Lost tones
On the encrypted smile
In the custody of sacrifices lord
And the holy secret is belong to Splitters
10/07/2016
Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny
On the anniversary of the death of German-American musician Kurt Weill
A blue planet in the darkness of the vast universe
Is multifaceted, his pieces is scattered
It seems like a pile of nothing.
In every two seconds, the light is consumed by its six aspects.
And many confused images appear…
Lion and his Lioness in the Paradise of Mr. Kurt Weill
They are roasting a body on the fire, possibly the body of Mr. Kurt Weill
Without clothes, on the impact of loud music.
And a blue river under the dark sky
Where crocodiles lived and marginalized entities
They feeding on the residues carried by the wind.
A group of people feeding on burned corpses taken by hunger or perhaps retaliation to the limits of fighting among themselves.
Suddenly
all images are mixed up
And the scene is dark…..
I see my picture among the victims in first time and among the roast’s chopsticks at other times.
I see my picture among the dead of the river of the dead, in the world of politics, which is full of complexity
My heart is carried by the wind … still alive,
Covered in doubt by a transparent mesentery lazurde.
I fall asleep to wake up…
I see my picture among the neighborhoods of hanan pacha, in the image of Mama Killa
In the forgotten world of Atlas in presence the nymphs of the North Sea in the reclining of the king of the seas.
and the waves’ orchestra are playing the national peace of the New Mahagonny.
03/04/2017
In the land of no comeback
Trust me, o adventurer
In the land of no comeback
There is no way for comeback
It is your duty to make the rosary of luck close to you
It does not work here, as well as Spells
The Spells to: « For the sake of love we seek, we will put all the forces in the face of the wind
In order to seek it as everyone did»
Trust me, o adventurer
In the land of no comeback
There is no way for comeback
Not even a way to in
Perhaps there is another way…
You need a few…
Wisdom and lot of intelligence
And a bit of: hear
I have heard the earth say to me one days: not fill the bag of greed only dirt»
18/02/2014
Darkness and I
No any darkness can penetrate me
To the inside where I belong
I am and my lover and the light
He is like me
There is no doubt among that…
Light tunnel, the title of my life, my son and I.
No idleness can keep me away
About the world of longing where you belong
Me and you and also dust
No one can stop him:
Stock of light follows, my son and I.
No particles of light alone encourage me
To the world of patience where we belong
I and you and life enlighten the path of arrivals
No one can understand you
Secret possessions, my son and I
………….. 08/03/2017
Boat and room
No forgotten boat in the sea of seagulls
No Eyeglass up the eye without a unique vision
The arrivals
They have torn my heart
Dress me up with a wool and a turban
And the stick of the good’s master
They stripped me of my poor heart
They convinced me in the long run
In the absence of the good’s master
That
That I does not care about any things?
Only that wool.
And this is the turban
That I does not care about anyone?
No Sweetie.
No forgotten boat trip
What about my eyeglass of winter time?
How can I see, and night has brought darkness down?
Then convince me that
I am and my lover just one heart hanging…
In the room of the master of the universes.
11/03/2017
Mass suffering
She wanted to fight everyone
To understand them that
She did not suffer as everyone did
Cut off his blood vessels
Her children were displaced
her bad luck was scarred
but she
Suffered as much as everyone else.
12/10/2015
Waiting
In commemoration of the announcement of the results of the wilaya recruitment contest.
Wait an hour a day to meet with the Missionary
He will give to you a thousand tips
Will save you a bad day
One dollar treatment better than a million protection
There is no protection in this forgotten world
Death only…
And self-control.
17/05/2017
Travel
On the anniversary of the day of departure
The sadness is the birth of peace
Not in the memory of the indifferent
But in a beautiful world of forgiveness
I do not care about the example of folk
If they find nostalgia
Between us and them a thousand birth and birth…
Here and there is where the path
We sail in the depths of the « sea of darkness »
To the land of « everything is possible »
On the ship of « patience key survival »
I do not care about the example of folk
Having found « my new birth »
01/2017
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BIO
Abdel Kadir Kechida, Algerian writer, translator born in M’sila (Algeria) in 1988, and received a degree in Communication and Information Sciences and two other college degree in Sociology (BA and MA) is in the process of obtaining a college degree graduate, he worked a reporter independently, and his research essays and literary contributions, to the distinctive cultural activities. Actual writing began two years ago and has since reaped the awards did not stop (Naji Naaman International Prize for literary and cultural 2014. Participation in world poetry Yearbook 2014 issued by IPTRC and accepted by the University of M’sila Prize for Literature, He also created many works as poem collections: « Autumn stormy» and « The Life of rain « , As Collections of short stories : » Cupboard » and » Speakers « .
Doting translation into Arabic, look for appreciation, against contempt, and agree with the encouragement, the glory for the Masters, and the life for youth. Now he lives in M’sila City.