Abdellatif Laabi

A man is in prison
He is not waiting,
he has no time to lose,
He becomes a poet, a painter, a musician.
He invites the butterfly of words
to the trance that makes roots grow.
He refutes the alias of colors
to allow the white of the canvas
to liberate its embedded demons.
He revives the scream of silence
to orchestrate the symphony of giving