فتحي مهذب - القلعة The castle.. ترجمة: د. يوسف حنا

The castle
Fathi Muhadub / Tunisia
From Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna/ Palestine


I couldn't find a key
In Yung's pocket
To open my head castle
Full of cheetahs
And clowns.

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There are growing ways
On the window of my head,
I guess that damned Sisyphus
Smashed the bar lights,
He came to recover his rock
That sleeps on the hump of my back
A little while ago.

***

I found nothing in Enkidu's closet.
I did not find the herb of eternity
I did not find his personal album
His last picture before his death
At the madhouse.
But why is his house surrounded by philosophers, and wholesalers of funeral supplies?

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Why are they so many on my way?
The killers who rise their proofs
With the needle of pragmatism,
In front of the opera house...
Daytime (with his grizzly pistol)
His profound semiotic gaze
The caper who laughs whenever falls
A tear from the (horse's neck)
The dove calling my name
Above the eucalyptus tree..
Beware, there is a monster lurking in you
On the brink of omission..
There is a train full of prisoners
Under your wing..
There are thieves hiding in the dark
Of useless..
Buddha on a shattered horse.

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Listen to the waves of the ambulance
There is a drowning man coming from the shore of meaninglessness..
There is a blonde nurse
Washing her instinct horse with tears of the dead..
There is a pharmacist who is slowly evaporating..
Listen to the policeman's whistle
There is a huge demonstration leaded by
Lucianus of Samosata.
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