{"id":60026,"date":"2021-09-14T10:40:55","date_gmt":"2021-09-14T10:40:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.worldofculture2020.com\/?p=60026"},"modified":"2021-09-14T10:43:26","modified_gmt":"2021-09-14T10:43:26","slug":"60026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/?p=60026","title":{"rendered":"Your soul, two and a half meters"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Translation from Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna | Palestine<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
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By Fathi Muhadub| Tunisia<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
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(If I could live again)<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I’m going to build a beautiful apartment for insanity<\/div>\n
And fill it with flower vases and music.<\/div>\n
I’ll summon Sylvia Plath to clean the family’s noose of blood stains.<\/div>\n
I’ll nominate Charles Bukowski to deliver the eulogy by signal.<\/div>\n
I will be a good member of a fresh funeral.<\/div>\n
I will trim the branches of the coffin<\/div>\n
And from the tears of widows I’ll make pineapple juice.<\/div>\n
I’ll play basketball in the morgue<\/div>\n
With Jorge Luis Borges.<\/div>\n
I will be a good pilot picking stars<\/div>\n
And distribute it to the poor.<\/div>\n
If I could live again<\/div>\n
I’ll invite suicides to a fancy dinner party.<\/div>\n
I will go to cemeteries in the dark.<\/div>\n
My gun will light up like Aladdin’s lamp.<\/div>\n
I wake up a lot of dead people.<\/div>\n
Give them baskets of mangoes.<\/div>\n
I dedicate my bike to a fresh corpse.<\/div>\n
If I could live again<\/div>\n
I’ll fill my pocket with a rainbow,<\/div>\n
Empty my mother’s eyes from the clouds,<\/div>\n
Wash her wheelchair once a day,<\/div>\n
Wipe her prayer glass from rust and dust.<\/div>\n
If you can live again<\/div>\n
I will not think about the grave torment<\/div>\n
Or about a fire arsenal key pack<\/div>\n
I will not think of the fresh rivers and the slender maids.<\/div>\n
I will prevent the first bugs from visiting my head.<\/div>\n
I’ll build amazing nests for the mystics<\/div>\n
To tweet away from the hustle and bustle of the city<\/div>\n
And to sleep like persecuted storks<\/div>\n
On the straw of Utopia.<\/div>\n
I will build a Seljuk-style shelter<\/div>\n
For orphans and philosophers<\/div>\n
And whenever I get upset,<\/div>\n
I ride the horse of my imagination<\/div>\n
And chase the blond gymnast..<\/div>\n
Time that never sag.<\/div>\n
If you could live again<\/div>\n
I’m going to bang Queen Bilqis in the pub.<\/div>\n
I’ll slap her on the back lest she surrender to Solomon’s soldiers.<\/div>\n
I will demolish her elegant palace with my teeth.<\/div>\n
And castrate the stinking hoopoe<\/div>\n
I denigrate his repute with the bird logic.<\/div>\n
I don’t like big money changers, arms dealers and priests.<\/div>\n
If I could live again<\/div>\n
I will make a great boat<\/div>\n
And carry my contradictions like prisoners of war.<\/div>\n
I would treat my childhood too kindly<\/div>\n
Protect it from snipers and dinosaurs<\/div>\n
From the time with sharp claws<\/div>\n
And from the wolves rushing through the arteries<\/div>\n
I will treat it like a pharaonic queen<\/div>\n
In Tutankhamun’s palace<\/div>\n
I raise to her prayers and offerings<\/div>\n
I guard it from intrigues and traps<\/div>\n
From logopedic cheetahs and logician cicadas,<\/div>\n
The water will be the guardian of the faithful house<\/div>\n
And the seven brightest stars of Ursa Major will be my ethereal neighbors.<\/div>\n
If I could live again<\/div>\n
I will plant a cocoa tree in the brothel,<\/div>\n
Listen carefully to the eloquence of the body<\/div>\n
The boobs of prostitutes\u2019 roar.<\/div>\n
And the broken jar of lust at the bottom.<\/div>\n
I will stab the prostitute with my tongue.<\/div>\n
I will go to war<\/div>\n
to recover the corn fields,<\/div>\n
My family’s lost treasure.<\/div>\n
I will have many pike friends.<\/div>\n
I will decide my fate in the grove of my neighbor Mary.<\/div>\n
I confess to the almond trees my repeated crimes,<\/div>\n
my premeditated killing the deer of last week.<\/div>\n
my mortal sin practicing on the bus.<\/div>\n
The irony of the nature of things.<\/div>\n
I will weep for a long time in the desert<\/div>\n
Waiting for God’s appearance<\/div>\n
Or for a mail carried by an angel from Lote Tree of the Utmost Boundary.<\/div>\n
I will quarrel with Zarqaa’ El-Yamama<\/div>\n
Unleashing the bulls of doubt to invade the castle.<\/div>\n
I will try to forget everything;<\/div>\n
The day I was born in miserable circumstances.<\/div>\n
The slaps I received in June.<\/div>\n
I will somewhat reduce my masturbation wars.<\/div>\n
I’ll close the door of my imagination in the face of beauties.<\/div>\n
I’ll keep the water of the breed from extinction.<\/div>\n
And wear a Roland Barthes hat after his gruesome death.<\/div>\n
To flourish the tree of critique in my imagination.<\/div>\n
I’ll try to forget the blind<\/div>\n
Who conversely carried me on his back in Latakia lanes<\/div>\n
Ali Ibn al-Qarih follows us on a straw bike.<\/div>\n
If I could live again<\/div>\n
I’m going to eat pizza slices greedily,<\/div>\n
To ride on my neighbor’s chunky ass,<\/div>\n
To drink wine in the recovery room,<\/div>\n
And I’ll fill my life with jewelry and women.<\/div>\n
I will be an important theoretician of the River Being<\/div>\n
I’ll celebrate Matsuo Bash\u014d’s frog.<\/div>\n
By strange hazard chance algae<\/div>\n
By the enchanted rhythm of water<\/div>\n
I will force Sisyphus to cut off his testicles<\/div>\n
And feed the leopard of meaningless.<\/div>\n
I will pray once a week.<\/div>\n
And think about the structure of this complex void.<\/div>\n
I’ll rip my inner face of and throw it to the worry fish.<\/div>\n
I’ll fill my Dadaist eyes with cubes of light.<\/div>\n
I will lead the savage world to a fair trial.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n