Parcelled Out Memory
(Mohamed El jerroudi)
I greeting to you disparate workers ground and fire The eyes swallows the sun until exhaustion Men remained alone like engraved injured on the skin of time You are the Masters mysteries and dreams If I could make you the turn of countries that you crossed I would say to you that the source who gave birth to us Has dry up If I could meet you far from on our home I would build you on the palm of my hand our house with a little clay and of the tender tears like the eyes of a new-born baby Today The masks fell The singers make fun Songs which rocked us Our children do not have Any more time to play Our memory it is parceled out And our dreams have down in the faint until the vacuum Memory? Clay is don?t know the existence Of the strewn paths And vertical stones Mountains? Formerly untamable kingdoms trail the tear of absence The memory of our native land Has never left us It is suspended on the sobs Of streams soled the murmur of the departure travel in our heads like pole star Thirst? Memory of water Our eyes are transpierced Of thousands of wells The wander gives its wander of mirage in mirage Our faces drown in the cruelty of the waves The glance is lost The images are superimposed The words are hustled A cry? Barely listening evokes the whip drowning
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