A dog of contrasts barking in my head garden
Dedicated to the Palestinian poet Dr. Yusef Hanna
Fathi Muhadub | Tunisia
From Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna | Palestine
After the family tree has disappeared
I wound up as Hornblower in a hospital
I invite all patients to take their morphine quota
To lure a blind sheep to sleep
To rebel eagle stuck in the strait of cells
I invite a friendly meteor to change direction
And I plan to assassinate a flying saucer
He plays dice in the house of the dead
I have an orphan bullet in my pocket
But death a dragon with countless heads
///
You sleep away
However, your voice knocks at the door of my heart
continuously
Like an amazing guest from the Milky Way.
///
I am God
And the community of words are my servants
///
When he accidentally broke the jar
From pottery tore shrouded blood of ancestors.
///
There are words that light up at night.
///
Cobbler
Kisses the shoes before darning
Since it’s felled with women scent.
///
A point of light
Between two nullities
Connoisseur’s entity
///
Of loneliness excess
I almost got to be a god.
///
Dear Shepherd
Your sad flute
Snatches a lot of geese from my heart garden.
///
Two butterflies
Wheezing in the meadow
And I am a dead lamp
Without a butterfly.
///
Coming winter
I’ll buy a grave and dedicate it
To a vampire.
///
Your shadow is crying
Like a daisy
On the brink of omission.
///
Dear father
Your dense cloud
Like Minerva’s owl.
///
She did not scrape an artery
Unless tore it off with her teeth
That lioness
Who swallowed my little boat.
///
I haven’t seen anything all my life
But I saw many things in sleep.
I saw the truth
Like a blind woman in a brothel.
///
You are a polite gun
I am your evil voice
Your voice that jumps like a greyhound
Behind its prey.
///
Kick day ship
And evening, you sleep at the bottom of the abyss.
///
Illusion is the truth
Therefore, I refute the arguments of the day
Waiting for the resurrection of Zarkaa Al Yamama
May you guide me to shiny springs.
///
God’s face
Is seen in beautiful words.
The poet is the only one who brings God down to earth.
By the light of words.
///
He said to the animal:
How much I love you, O my brother who does not speak.
///
When he went mad
Discovered deep eyes
In his body.
///
Dog of contrasts
Barking all night long
In my head garden.
///
Clay loves clay
He said to the jar:
What gorgeous you are, my sister.
///
From my cross they made a cudgel
To assassinate the light.
///
Clouds go to the opera house
At night
Only one cloud
Sleeps on my bed
Like a girl from ceramics
Slowly chews pistachio of my memories.
And from her knee
Dead birds fall.
///
Loneliness is a door
Whenever I knock him lightly
It opens slowly
Fifty cubits of an invisible being
Pull me
To the bottom of a black hole.
///
Her heart is a city full of coffins
She has stolen all my stars
Which I raised in exile
After a primitive plot
She turned me into a statue
Fills in her perforated pocket
Water of happiness.
///
Maniacs move my house
From the frozen bank
To the islands of semiotics
I was in a blind-drawn carriage.
Air was a bridge
And the stars are girls having sex
in the space
I was throwing cash and fruits to witches
My home will be a river of music
Warm and deep like flames of prayer.
