بقلمي اكتب كانه اسير لحلمي او تجارب حياتي يجف حبره على روقة البيضاء وبين اصابعي يتألم دون بوح كأنه ادرك ان أحزاني شديدة وجراحي عميقة اتلذذ بعذابه كأنه منفي في سجون الادب والفن . وعبيد دون هوية فاقد لادنى حريته و كم يشكو في صمت انينه ودون جدوى ، يصارع من اجل بقائه الاقوى لكنه هزم بعمر الطفولة حتى سئم بكل محاولاته فبقي له الا خيار مجبر بذاته إما ان يقبل حياته او موته هنا نجد انه إختار حياته ليعبر عن كلماتي التي من بقايا حبره لكنه مسالم محب الي حين لااشاوره في جل كتاباتي الا انه يسير على خطى افكاري بأجمل ماينبع من حروف مزخرفة ومعبرة تروي واقع لجل القضايا سواء ادبية او فنية وايضا فكرية حتى إعتاد على مواساته الى قربي بالطاعة لانه جدير بما نسعى من اجل تحقيقه .. إنه قلمي الوفي بما يخفي اسراره التي يعرفها عني ببصمة اثره حين كتبنا سويا واطربنا كل قراءنا بما نجيب من افكار لكتابات متعددة المواظيع ولها قبول يحظي على الصعيد العام والخاص اي بين المجتمعات وسائر انحاء العالم اجمع فقد ترفع له القبعة احتراما وتقديرا بما خاض من تجارب مفرحة او كانت محزنة فهي تتشابه بعطر الحروف التي قطفت من بحر ذهب لتقول كلمتها في علاء الاكرام وبثقة شخصية قوية لها قلم ماسي وافكار جليلة بكل المحاسن في جل الثقافات التي تجعل منا مؤهلين دون منازع. فالقلم هو الوسيلة الذي يعتمد عليه الكثير من الشعراء او الادباء في ايصال مفهوم او معنى راشد يأخذ بعين الاعتبار في ايجاد ذوق يتسنى بمآثره التي جعلت من ذات القلم اسطورة يتقلد صاحبه الذي عاشره بالمعروف وعرف كيف يجعل القلم ونيس لذاته . بقلم : الشاعر والاديب غنيات سمير ..الجزائر ❤🌹🎩👉 2023/08/08 🌾🌹🌾 My pen complaint............ 👈 With my pen, I write as if he were a prisoner of my dream or the experiences of my life, his ink drying on the white paper and between my fingers, in pain without revealing, as if he realized that my sorrows were severe and my wounds deep. And slaves without an identity, losing the slightest freedom, and how many complains in silence of his groaning and to no avail, he struggles for his strongest survival, but he was defeated at the age of childhood until he got fed up with all his attempts, so he had no choice but to be forced by himself, either to accept his life or his death. Here we find that he chose his life to express my words that are from The remains of his ink, but he is peaceful and loving until I do not consult him in most of my writings, but he follows in the footsteps of my thoughts with the most beautiful stems from ornate and expressive letters that narrate the reality of most issues, whether literary or artistic, as well as intellectual, until he got used to his consolation to my closeness in obedience because he is worthy of what we seek to achieve .. It is my loyal pen in what hides its secrets, which it knows about me with the imprint of its impact when we wrote together and delighted all our readers with the answers to ideas for writings of various themes and have acceptance at the public and private levels, that is, between societies and all parts of the world as a whole. It was sad, as it resembled the fragrance of the letters that were plucked from a sea of ​​gold to say its word in Ala Al-Ikram, with strong personal confidence, with a diamond pen and great ideas with all the virtues of most cultures that make us qualified unchallenged. The pen is the means that many poets or writers rely on to communicate a rational concept or meaning that takes into account in finding a taste that enables its exploits that made the same pen a legend that imitates its owner who lived with him with kindness and knew how to make the pen nice for itself. Written by: Poet and writer Ghenaiet Samir.. Algeria ❤🌹🎩👈 2023/08/08