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Castaway

Castaway

You lost your zeal for distances The ships recognize you no more No more ports of call in your imagination You listen to fall air through the telephone wires and ancient olive trees You watch the bell tower of the little church Down below The lonely clergyman in his Chevrolet As he passes by climbing the steep hill With a ... أكمل القراءة »

Meteo

Meteo

We left our dreams behind Walked away on them No one of us knew clockwise or widdershins Absconded empty-souled Armed with our dull imagination To a river of dark glue Sojourned for good in preposterous tradition 11.08.15 ما هو تقييمك لهذه المشاركة؟ أكمل القراءة »

TRIPOLI, 1994

TRIPOLI, 1994

ترجمة الشاعر: خالد مطاوع 1 The roundabout devoured all the green around it, and bower of olives, towering date palms, apricot trees, vibrant grasses. Women stand in doorframes, the hollering children. I am at the well steps, a twisting stream of water under my feet, a mighty mulberry tree nearby, the sun’s swords pore into the green. I am watching ... أكمل القراءة »

Gossip

Gossip

They say she eloped With an unknown bizarre bloke In a scanty attire Well.. Would it make any difference ?If she fled in a burqa.. The club must be always open To eloping elements From their burqas Depression Suppression Virile authority Plus aggression Watch the blind man With wide open eyes Swears, sneers and blasphemes But never cries You can ... أكمل القراءة »

Psychosis

Psychosis

  Psyche abstruse Hands uncertain Drains of soul Dry as a Ghibli wind Thus still sweet and cool You shirk them all Wander endlessly Alone in the Sahara Of your solitude You look preposterous But yet so real Awestruck It’s written in your eyes ما هو تقييمك لهذه المشاركة؟ أكمل القراءة »

Beard..

Beard..

Long time ago.. A wise man shaved his beard.. His face glowed with that bright shining star light in a sacred night.. The god of absurd death and dull life walked into the glow And anger filled his bearded heart.. Life was draining from the horizon And the sun forgot the morning to come.. A beard grew in protest on ... أكمل القراءة »

Deserto

Deserto

When you start shooting I leave you to your no man’s land Arcane and insupportable Setting on a heinous hedonistic throne Flesh and bone Where the muddy trenches of your soul Extend their lifeless nerves Down the lower layers Of lies, illusions, vanity and ancient fear The touch of dream between your fingers and eyelids Your lips and time split ... أكمل القراءة »

Canicule

Canicule

A woman mooching in the shade Temperature forty centigrade Through the late evening hours’ passway To the next rusty day Under a cloud of enriched plutonium Lonely in the squalid heat No one’s around Some were dead Some’d fled Trying to make it to the next millennium Crying for fun And handing their tears to tourists For souvenir * * ... أكمل القراءة »

Blow Up

Blow Up

   . The town is still leaking Remnants of yesterday’s rain Blood Surplus values Useless work-hours And favourless copies of the same days The town is bleeding Helplessly on a hospital bed After a bomb went off between her mitts While she was trying to blow herself up Out of despair Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding Remnants of yesterday’s rain, dynamite, and ... أكمل القراءة »

Hall of Mirrors

. One mirror is never enough To shrink the eternity to the size of your palm And stare at it in the eye More than one hall of mirrors you need Plus your insight The unreachable that walks right before your eyes Almost touching you Defying your limitedness Compound tense A firmly locked door behind your presence And a tomahawk ... أكمل القراءة »

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