A refugee I am, at the spot where I lost my white dreams Time does not bring to mind my longings; Fire does scorch my springs with its hands, In fact I had collected the ashes of all of my loves I am with its symphony, and walks out the infinite happiness. My voice
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Staring at your absence, I am staying just like that just to spite the rising sun If only another sun would have risen inside my soul! Staring at your absence, my breathing stopped at your exhalation I forgot my life in your bosom! Now my hair is destitute for the caress of the winds Even
Ah! The accessible girl from remote villages Warm breezes used to blow through your spica hair You were born in far gone times Who stole your rag doll They deceived you with wildflowers in their hands The swallows live a short life; don’t you know that? Rockies would have witnessed, The coming and going seasons
I’m tongue-tied, Writing is a way out Whichever of my hand you hold, there’s blood I wasn’t able to turn to any direction My sides hurt Look at This bar This prison This swirl Tell children, Let them make life musical Let them not eat tasteless food Bring some olives Let them enjoy
Nothing in the world came between us Titles, objects, faces; nothing When I make a self-criticism I always see the happy village there With stone walls and a very green backyard A hand with a big heart extended the dolphin Its color was red, and its mouth was smiling Its destiny is nothing but
Jumping too early from there, You were out but with burnt hands and face You are not in it, not inside of it Life Such a long word Very short one Walking in a crowd What is stolen Does outrun The room, Such a narrow word So spacious Turning around, rearward
If your intent would be to live If the ones resembling would leave you If your flower would die, Then you wish the vase too would become pale Are you looking for a slogan? You want it yet we don’t give it! We don’t owe you anything, we don’t sell anything! A sprinter
At home, life unfolds in a circle, the wheel you know how it begins and how it ends in the same place, round- and where every step taken the one before you or took some rest one of your kin- in this world, life is a line, you don’t know where it leads, your eyes
You wish all the ladybugs in this world You wish all the butterflies in this world You wish all the blossoms in this world You wish everything all waters, all bridges, all crocus, all pigeons, all pyramids, all tears, You wish everything numbers, definitions, poems, years, meanings, songs, thoughts, roads, wishes – If you
skies get cracked before they are folded and put in the chest its roof falls away on its face of the colorless portraits without knowing its name the dissident flower I cried for my heart seems to be a waltz to the sound of the rain a henna-haired child setting bullets onto the
