{"id":57206,"date":"2021-08-15T09:09:03","date_gmt":"2021-08-15T09:09:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.worldofculture2020.com\/?p=57206"},"modified":"2021-08-15T09:17:18","modified_gmt":"2021-08-15T09:17:18","slug":"we-will-be-crowned-with-a-void-that-does-not-wear-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/?p=57206","title":{"rendered":"We will be crowned with a void that does not wear out"},"content":{"rendered":"
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By Fathi Muhadub | Tunisia<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
Translation from Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna | Palestine<\/strong><\/span><\/div>\n
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Why do dead fish fall from your mouth?<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And through your eyes we saw sleepovers last night.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Where the clothes of the soul hang on the rope of obsessions.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We will save the day from the clutches of the Tatars<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We will save the thinking goose from the wolf of insanity<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We will save your mirror from the magpie rattle<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Do not hide the poet’s moon in the stable<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The sun will rise from the clown hat<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And whose tears are golden<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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They will rescue the drowned<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And in the church there are boats full of wheat and wine<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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That Jesus did not show for us last week<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We buried our mother down the well<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Whereas a black eagle and medieval mourners are following us<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your day is blind, kicked by the bus driver<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I heard your hand crying in solitude<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your hand is soft rain and music of rice<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We heard your broken bells in the middle of sleep<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My sweet almond tree<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The Noosed will give you a glass of champagne<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Do not lead the crow to the worms of cognitive apprehension<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We’ll save the light from the gallows<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The rose from the scent of witches<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We’ll kick the thieves out of the incited forest of your head<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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O shepherd, save the sheep of my imagination from wolves<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Perhaps the wind is worthy of wisdom and a crown<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your shadow may attack the turtles of doubt<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Maybe your brother will wake up with his sad rain<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Philosophers will save him at the end of the evening<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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By ropes of long questions.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We said: Guns are black women<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The blind cut off their fingers in the hospital<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The waiter is a sick tree<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And the participants are very savage<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’ll fight them and their ghosts at the memorial party.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I filled the proofs with the waters of fantasy<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I am celibate and nature is so<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We have to get married and cross the bridge<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Doesn’t matter if the world is full of spies and bulls<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I told the Pope at my wedding ceremony: Be a tree.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And the cross supported me at the bottom of the river<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Horses drag your tomb in the air<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Your body is a village crowded with ancestors<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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O you who pass by a sword of dust,<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We will breastfeed the milk of eternity and be fraternal<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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We will be crowned with a void that does not wear out.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n