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A poem by: Hassan Silevani
Shamelessly the air knocks my window
And the raion thoughtlessly,
kisses the lieves of the orange ttree
The anger in grass soul starts to dance of the
rage
Now, perhaps the mules has carried the water to
the mound
Or it is still on thier way
How do the threads of the light gathere there,
And then flee?!
I myself do not know, how?!
Does anyone of you know?!
Against my will,
My fingers travels all over my face
My tonge plays with my moustache
Really how I slept last night?
Oh! What did happen
To whom who reddened my table?
Did he flow?
Did he fall on the ground?
Did he settle down under the chairs?
The stars were opening thier mouths to swollow
us
They do like to curse us!
Really how I slept?!
I remember, I turned on my side
And opened my eyes
The phantoms of every night
Were dancing on the wall
How they can all the time
Stay in the space without falling down?!
It's a crime when someone, even one time,
Interfere in their matters
No doubt I was about to tell thier leader :
Thank you
But HowI close my Eyes?
And how so the morning emerged?
And where is Allah's Cock to call to prayer?
The sound of the teaspoons is cheerful
Let me wake up
Before the tea gets cold.
22/09/2001
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