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Nostalgia To The Light

To carry the Vintage of brightness to my veins...

 

 

 

by Mahmoud Darwish

 

 

 

Nostalgia To The Light 

 

 

 

What Annoying the people if we walked in the light of day

And carried your handbag and umbrella

And took your mouth at the corner of the wall

And picked a kiss

your Eyes

I dreaming to see your eyes sleeping

to see the calm of the sea at sunrise

your Lips

I dreaming to see your lips when kissing

I see the sun flare in the birth of a wedding

What upset the night if I have lit two candles

and I saw your face washed by the beam

And saw the river of Ivory guarded by the Marble of boats

then I will be back to childhood to breastfeeding

From the well of my tragedies, calling your eyes

To carry the Vintage of brightness to my veins

What annoying the people if I put my head between your hands and cuddling your Waist in the road.

 

 

 

 

Promises of the Storm

 

 

So be it

I can assure you that I will refuse death

And burn the, tears of the bleeding songs

And strip the olive trees

Of ill their counterfeit branches

If I have been serenading happiness

Somewhere beyond the eyelids of frightened eyes

That is because the storm

Promised me wine and new toasts

And rainbows

Because the storm

Swept away the voices of idiotic, obedient birds

And swept away the counterfeit branches

From the trunks of standing trees

So be it

I must be proud of you

Oh wounded city

You are lightning in our sad night

When the street frowns at me

You protect me from the shadows

And the looks of hatred

I will go on serenading happiness

Somewhere beyond the eyelids of frightened eyes

For from the time the storm begin to rage in my country

It has promised me wine and rainbows.

 

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