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 | Amir KhatibAmir Khatib had gone a long way in the world. He comes from the Tigris and Euphrates valley, from the cradle of our civilization but he chosen to live in Finland, the extreme north of Europe, which is considered the laboratory of the future.
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| | | | | | next | | Your horses by Amir Khatib We are your horses, Lord Delusions of the field | | | Reclining moon by Amir Khatib The sun brakes the lights,shyly and seductively vomiting rays. It regains its breath ... it gasps for the fastest arrival, roses flirt here. To give everything. | | | The Comedy of the Tragedy or Sputum to the sky by Amir Khatib The Comedy of the Tragedy or Sputum to the sky The sun deceived usWe were defeated by our grandfathers’ landAnd the moon gave us whimper that we do not deserve | |
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