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.
MY EXPATRIATION
Oh, My jasmine flower,
O fragrance of love and youth,
I have resolved to depart
to the corridors of absence...
From an Expatriation,
Where clothes have tattered
At its paths.
From a a grief in my chest,
Awaiting the dawn.
From the darkness of the night,
Shrouded in fog.
And the water of a river,
Unwilling to accept the bitterness of reproach.
From a moaning of a boy
seeking the embrace of return.
From a silly laughter,
that hides the scars of estrangement’s gloom.
From verses of longing that with their lines,
snatched the coldness of the speech.
And from endurance,
Hours are etched forever
In torment.
And from hopes lost,
In the paths of hope and reproach.
And from the ruins we approach,
To grasp the truth: an illusion in a mirage.
So how can my Expatriation help me,
With verses of guidance and correctness?
To smell your fragrance, oh My jasmine flower,
For we were born from the womb of sorrows,
And the door has not yet been closed on us.
I long to a different form of time,
With you, companion of my path,
Tenderness, tranquility, and the hymns of a poet,
And a breathtaking scene.
- Spain -