HASSANE YARTI
Moroccan Writer Based in Barcelona, Spain
Member of:
• Union of Arab Writers
• Arab Elite Union for Poetry and Literature
President of:
• Al-Nabras Association for Culture and Arts
Founder of:
• Barcelona Literary Magazine
Publications:
• Magazines:
o Al-Kalima (London)
o ATUNIS (Belgium)
o CICERONI (Kosovo)
o Barcelona Literary (Spain)
o En La masmedula (Mexico)
o Alessandria Today (Italy)
o Poémame Magazine (Spain)
o Gazeta Destinacioni (Albania)
o Tangier Literary Magazine (Morocco)
o Al-Diwan (Egypt)
o Awraq Thaqafiyya (Morocco)
o ... and many more
• Newspapers:
o Alessandria Today (Italia)
o Daily Global Nation (Bangladesh)
o News N Jeju (South Korea)
o Risalat Al-Ummah (Morocco)
o Al-Ittihad Al-Ichtiraki (Morocco)
o Bayan Al-Yawm (Morocco)
o Al-Alam Al-Thaqafi (Morocco)
o Al-Shamal (Morocco)
o Al-Manara (Iraq)
o Al-Ta'akhi (Iraq)
o Al-Rai (Kuwait)
o Tishreen (Syria)
o ... and many more
Books:
• Short Stories:
o "Circles of Emptiness" (2024), published by Al-Halabi Publishing House
o "Kufiyya" (2024), published by Al-Sarah for Printing and Publishing
o "Spectres of the Passing" (2024), published by Al-Isra Publishing and Distribution
o "Creative Short Stories" (2013), published by Ansar for Culture
o "Creative Youth" (2012), published by Moroccan Linguists and Creators
• Poetry:
o "Poems Against Atrocity" (2024), an international anthology published by the Moroccan Creators' University
Forthcoming Works:
• Novel: "On the Griffen's Back"
• Short Stories:
o "There Is No Place Left"
o "Dreams Come True" (joint publication)
• Poetry: "Yarties"
• Play: "The Madness of Sanity"
Translations:
Some of his works have been translated into English, French, Italian, Spanish, Korean and Albanian
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
When we were young
One day I sat alone and made a decision
I came out of the silence of hearts
I wrote on all paths
“I love you,” and I said it aloud
Do you remember?
How were we?
And where were we?
How many times have I visited you
and repeated it over and over?
Do you remember?
The beginning…
And the eagerness of a newborn child
The breeze of the dear café,
The mail letters
And our bewildered spirits?
Do you remember?
Our beautiful love,
The large book of passion
And our drunken eyes?
Do you remember the mornings,
The passing of noon,
The afternoon meetings,
and how we never drew the curtain over our windows?
Do you remember?
That years have passed
And I still chant loyalty as my motto?
Do not forget,
And be with me
So, I can be for you
A green branch that refuses to turn yellow.
- Spain -