The Eagle
Fathi is polite| Tunisia
Translated by the great Moroccan literary Shahid Abdel Latif
The eagle.
I was going to give birth to a respectable and elegant wolf.
preach to the flocks verses of the Bible.
Tears flow from his dark neck.
Then attracts his victims at the end of the night
to his cube full of theology books.
And the remains of the lambs bones.
But the forest prayed to God
to change your mind..
and let the world calm down, free from my daily evils.
A crook with giant wings was going to be born.
I snatch beautiful women
from the bus and flight with them to the tops of the mountains like concubines in my castle
adjacent to the door of the eternal sun..
But God changed his mind for an unknown metaphysical reason..
A demon was going to be born without form
bloody obsessed with the smell of women
and cut off your fingers of certainty with the sword of doubt.
And luring good spirits into the abyss..
But an angel looks like my father in his extravagant brown.
He threw his voice into the sky
pleading God to select someone
make it a good devil
who is prepared for very complex experiences.
After a night full of nightmares
I found out that god created me an eagle
spreading their wings folding the spaces
With a very insightful spirit…
And an aguilean nose.
Master of the place
in my head is the crown of wisdom
and in my blood ignites an ember of words.
Fathi my love
Espaol Traduccian: Shahid Abdeltif
The Eagle
I would have born a decent and elegant wolf.
The herds preach Bible verses..
Tears floating from his dark neck..
Then he lures his victims at the end of the evening
To his neighbor full of theology books..
And the remains of the bones of the lambs..
But the jungle prayed to God
To change his idea..
And let the peaceful world free from my daily evils..
I would’ve been born with giant wings.
Kidnap beautiful women
From the bus and I fly them to the mountain heads like grounds in my castle
adjacent to the eternal sun door..
But God changed his mind for an unknown metaphysical reason..
I was going to give birth to a diet
Cursed obsessed with the smell of women.
And cut the fingers of certainty with the sword of doubt.
And luring the good souls into the abyss..
But an angel that looks like my dad in his dirty tan..
He released his medicine into the sky
Begging to God to select a person
Be a good devil..
Fit to have very complicated experiences..
After a night full of nightmares
I found out that God created me an eagle
Varda his wings folds distances
In a very insightful spirit..
And a square nose.
A master of the place
On my head is a crown of wisdom
And in my blood the ember of words is burning.
