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Translation from Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna | Palestine<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

By Fathi Muhadub | Tunisia<\/strong><\/span>
\nAre you really going to flee with the conductor of the orchestra, laden with baskets of cocoa<\/span>
\n– Will you carry the red tux that killed so many thieves<\/span>
\n– Your hat staring at the sleeping passersby.<\/span>
\n– Your soul, which is two and a half meters.<\/span>
\n– Your Parisian dress filled with the perfume of fire.<\/span>
\n– Your daily accessories and orange of omission.<\/span>
\n– Your laughter drenched in tears and prayers.<\/span>
\n– Your voice filled with strawberries.<\/span>
\n– What is the fate of the deer you forgot in your last Dadaist text<\/span>
\nAnd the arctic fox that you fed your hot breasts?<\/span>
\n– Are you really going to Samarkand?<\/span>
\nRiding the sea and wipe the tears of the drowned.<\/span>
\nfollowed by a persecuted family of dolphins<\/span>
\nto protect your boat from delirium.<\/span>
\nto refine the nature of waves in the darkness.<\/span>
\n– The important thing:<\/span>
\nI will shoot with live fire at the giant farewell elephants.<\/span>
\nI will take out my liver and feed the eagle of madness.<\/span>
\nI will take off my glasses and throw my swollen eyes out of the<\/span>
\nplane window.<\/span>
\n– Did you forget how many sweet hour rabbits we have eaten.<\/span>
\n– On the bus that eats contrasts like a lion in the savannah.<\/span>
\nIn gardens you think like the Stoics.<\/span>
\nIn the jungle ruled by the leopard of nostalgia.<\/span>
\n– Your heart was a panicked fish.<\/span>
\nand my chest is an aquarium of glass and reeds.<\/span>
\n– Your obsessions are constantly raining.<\/span>
\n– My silence speaks eloquently,<\/span>
\nplotting a epistemic revolution.<\/span>
\n– A policeman is chasing us on an ostrich back<\/span>
\nopening successive showers on our memories, packed with the<\/span>
\nrhythm of narrative story.<\/span>
\n– Taliban fighters chase us with burning glass.<\/span>
\n– Grave diggers chase us with plastic coffins.<\/span>
\n– The polytheists of Quraish with mortar shells.<\/span>
\nWe were hiding in the Titanic.<\/span>
\nIn winter<\/span>
\n– We go to church on tiptoes.<\/span>
\nJesus baptizes us with transparent threads of light,<\/span>
\ngiving us a basket of fresh sardines<\/span>
\nand he keeps luring us with his blue eyes to the bed of the Ursa Major.<\/span>
\nWhile our fragile prayers flounder in the court.<\/span>
\n– Are you really going to flee like a queen after the fall of the throne?<\/span>
\nChew my heart and throw it to monsters?<\/span>
\nleaving a huge number of bulls regurgitating my arteries in the<\/span>
\nStable?<\/span>
\n– Winter is coming, my love<\/span>
\nlike a Circassian fighter.<\/span>
\n– Theatre actors were shot dead.<\/span>
\n– Our dog spreads its arms out over the text threshold.<\/span>
\nguards my imagination from thieves and pirates.<\/span>
\nI’m so angry my love<\/span>
\n(I will cut off my testicles and throw them in the toilet.)<\/span>
\n– I’m going to rip off the butt of the waitress.<\/span>
\nWine has the taste of your watchful breasts.<\/span>
\nI know it will be a very harsh winter,<\/span>
\nfull of cough, knives and feces.<\/span>
\n– I’ll cry alone<\/span>
\nLike a Tibetan monk in a brothel.<\/span>
\nThe ones I love have gone into oblivion.<\/span>
\n– The captains smash the clouds.<\/span>
\nand passersby bark furiously.<\/span>
\n– I will drive solitude out of the bedroom like a punk.<\/span>
\n– I will chase you, my love<\/span>
\nlike a hungry leopard.<\/span>
\n– I will kill the conductor with an axe.<\/span>
\n– The weather is totally unfavorable.<\/span>
\n– Hulagu Khan on the roof of the house.<\/span>
\n– Negroes are beating drums around.<\/span>
\nAnd by street warfare I’m determined<\/span>
\nto take back your crown, queen<\/span>
\nand to strangle the orchestra conductor with my imaginary nails.<\/span><\/p>\n