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the story of Kairat Duissenov Parman

your feeling; PICTORIAL POETRY
Probably appeared from the day when the first photo of the history of mankind entered the history. Only God knows since how many people have kept a photo of a loved
your thoughts, one under their heart so that the heart itself creates a secret poetry about love that is known only to him, the owner of photography, but for us a remaining mystery. I do not
remember when my first made me think, cry and remember the first photo. But I know for sure that this happened often. Especially, when I served in the army service. Then
I was 18-20 years old. Almost every soldier had a photo of his beloved. Including me of course, I forgot a lot. But I remember exactly the girl who sent me my photo in the
but in your words envelope along with the letter. When I had free time from the service, especially at bedtime, I often looked at her photo and talked with her for a long time, as if she were

next to me. And when I closed my eyes kissing a photo of my beloved, I had such a feeling, like whether I'm kissing her really. And inside me, right in the heart, there was a
live voice which read to me a white verse. These poems were composed in such a harmonious way, whether it was written by a very famous and talented poet like Rumi,
Sherazi, Ferdausi, Omar Hayam. And Poesia gave me such sweet pleasure that I never got.
Although the Muslims does not quite welcome such that after died a loved one to leave a photograph for memory and often look at it, we still often violate this sharia. When
I was 37 I lost my own mother. She was only 58. She was sick with stomach cancer and we could not help her to ease her pain. She died gradually before our eyes. And
after her death, only her photos remained on the memory. Gradually the old things disappeared that she wore and enjoyed. There were days when I often talked with her
photo and told my not good luck and good luck. The my fine and the my woe. I remember exactly the day after her funeral the first time it was snowing. I take a photo of my
mother and cried hugging to warm her. I tried warm to the mother did not freeze under the ground, under the snow. I was so hurt. I cried a very long time when I realized that
I really can't help her at all. And at that moment, just the same pleasant voice appeared right inside me right in the heart, and began to poetry read to me. It is to be great
poetry is already composed by not man as God himself!

Kairat Duissenov Parman, from Kazakhstan - Kairat Duissenov Parman (Êàéðàò Äóéñåíîâ, ?àéðàò Ä?éñåí-Ïàðìàí),
President and founder of WNWU

Kairat Duissenov PARMAN (Êàéðàò Äóéñåíîâ) is a poet, composer, translator, essayist, Songwriter, journalist and public figure. He is also the
founder and president of the World Nations Writers' Union in Kazakhstan (Qazaqstan).
He is a member Of Seemed (A Copyright Society of Kazakhstan), the Union of Journalists of the Republic of Kazakhstan, the International Union of Writers ("Beyb³tsh³l³k
alemi - Planet of the Peace"), member in the World Union of Poetry in Italy, member in the World Society of Poets in Greece and the International Writers Association IWA
BOGDANI (Belgium). In 2016, he has promoted Professor of Humanities and was awarded a medal by the United Nations (for serving his community), he was also made

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