يمكن خيرة | مبارك حبيب

Here is a biography with reading, which constituted compensation for a broken life from the beginning. With books, I tried to search for a position in a press that was sick with its political, cultural and social reality. I tried to always attend where I did not want, under the pretext of a false searcher for the truth. My voice was sometimes hidden in the throats of others. , it was journalism without space, and I was a gladiator without any tools suitable for struggle.
I imagined that a loaded reader might fall into the sting of a book I presented to him boiled on a plate of paper. I was afflicted with a weight disease, I always failed to master the juggling games, so I sought the help of poets, writers and philosophers, living and dead, to hide my weakness; My vision, always trying to form it in the manner of a sculptor, lest I fall into the deception of completeness, I had the illusion that it was possible to realize the self on some terrace outside. And like every lost man, he did not land, neither with booty nor return!