Mohammed Isa Al Abbasi 
“Free texts”, presented by the prominent critic Ahmed Al -Yabouri in a book issued entitled “Creative Vision” on the publishing and distribution library, the reader brought the reader to pioneering poetry from the pioneers of the “modern literary renaissance” in Morocco, and one of the prominent deans of the Moroccan University, who introduced modern curricula and texts in the university’s university courses, knowing that he was one of the first academics of the Moroccan literary. Written in Arabic, especially the hadith from it.
In presenting the new publication, Al -Yabouri wrote that this “book” includes “a group of texts, of a poetic nature, which I wrote between the fifties and sixties, most of which were not published; Except for ‘the first martyr speaks’ in the newspaper “Al -Alam” in 1960, “Al -Shaab” in 1962, and “Promotius” in 1963, in the “Al -Muharr” newspaper, signed in the name of Ahmed Al -Dumati, or with the two letters (AdD).
He continued: “I used to find a creative writing, in my youth, pleasure, and emotional, I live in all my feelings, without ambition to be a poet; It is a practice in which the dream and imagination mix with the language, in its various ramifications, its distinctive recitations, and its terrifying methods.
Then he added, “I hesitated a lot in the publication of these texts, but after the years of the years, and the approaching moment of the absent, I decided to present it to the dear reader, after deleting, sifting and revising.”
And in “Falged currencies”, the reader reads:
A lie that was watered in the morning and evening
Between Taghreed, chanting and louds
Women and Zarid,
And the safety of the names
And the luck of the trash
And the stars of Nayrat
Above sorrow and sins.
***
Lying in every inch of my country:
In the smile of the cunning.
In the crying of the niches.
In the promises of the rulers
They were built in every inch of my country
Swamps
From the struggle of innocents
From the trouble of the martyrs
***
patriotic! In your land dwarves have become gods
They boast a role and a property
And jewelry and freshness
And Tahimah cars
Rest and spoil
They are all constructed!
Oh, the construction has been guided!
Oh, the sweetest singing!
As for the last poems of the new publication, its title “My Comrades!”, And its text:
That is my soul
How far is away from him
Ramsie.
Umsi lost
Between the ruins of the years
And the present seemed Nora
Then a fire in the repentance of existence
Ramda,
Above my symmetry.
***
After a while I will annihilate
Love is mortal in my heart
The light freezes my note
You will become the word
A rock above my ribs.
Every sun will be absent
No longer has meaning
There is no longer a singer in the blossom
***
After a while he will die
hopelessness
And the fear is buried
In my heart
My neighbor, the rock does not deny me,
Oh my comrades!
***
This is how we were and we were,
We will exile like this despite our humiliation.
Illuminations of illusion
And we reap the illusion
In the rest of the ages.
