Laa-Laa لا لا موقع شباب السودان الحر
Hassan Ahmed
Whatever, the elders say and tell to the young, when the sky drops its tiredness on the desperate place, there is always a signal of expected thing, many places enjoy much water, but, they can’t produce a beauty of fact, as soon as, manage to recover a part of missed dream, to cross brink of eternal continuous pain, there are those drag us again, you don’t imagine, our brothers, sisters assisted completely till this moment of total pain.
The old figure, he sees on eyes of heaven, the tears of sick daughter, flow slowly, is that a punishment from some one, he reads, the slowness of the tears, it is indication, that pain is perpetuated against this innocent woman, the history will ignore her stuck here and there.
He recounts to himself or others, what this girl abandoned the factual moment, to travelled toward nothing, he recounts to you, and asks also, does this history of book act me or you?, is this innocent question, or conspired question?, he drops water of despair inside the unknown present.
