un extrait du premier poème de Bouchta Shakespeare, qui demande vos encouragements :
The doctor is not always the shafi The weater is not so safi the bread is not kafi
But your love make my heart dafi And makes me run hafi Oh baby baraka...safi
She was near me and the light was tafi I took her hand, my heart was then very dafi sheaid : you have your cup, don't drink form ghorrafi !!
Her voice was strange, like commandant kaddafi I said : baby, are you not moulat l3ouafi ? I touched her face, I found a beard of Imam Hanafi Ya Rahmane Ya rahim Ya rabbi Ya shafi
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