Whispers of Freedom

I wander between a beautiful dream and turmoil

Between words and actions, blame is permissible

My imagination loses its ghost like dust

And my hopes drown in the fog

My freedom for me is the dreams of youth

No love without admiration

And every free soul has its torment

The warmth of familiarity comes like a drink

When its dawn appears like a mirage

There are no reasons for my obsessions

Because fate has decreed the wrath of the blow

It is the pen if it flows for the sake of expression

And the revolution comes after it against strangers

So that the bridge of communication may extend between relatives

We have no value without the support of loved ones

With them the echo of the voice of speech rises

So that the balance of truth and right may live

In all countries and poles

So that love may triumph over terrorism

He who betrays the covenant, hardships seat him at the bottom

And the consequence is for he who reveals and repents