WHAT...IF!.
In a moment
that was not devoid of the image of the universe
The throats of
mothers were prayer and faith
And their eyes
were clouded with the threads of the sun and the tiredness of years and
patience.
Dawn stands at her
doorstep
Takes from her
wishes a pillow for the morning radiance
The water of
her face precedes the dew, and her voice is the minaret of love and
tenderness...
A bright truth
that walks over the heads of the patient, and life slips to reveal the urgent
question of identity...
What if I don't
have a mother...?
Time caught up
with me, I remembered the perpetual question pursuits...
I remembered
her speech... and I was repeating: everything is fine mama...
I remembered
her as if she were with me...
Oh....her
prayer...her hug....her voice...
Paradise for
the righteous.!
A Charlatan Philosopher..!
Someone like
you is not born randomly: this is what he said to me in one letter
Unless I wrote
it down...
Why all this
wailing, when I was born unmethodically...!
Then, like the
rest of the illusions filled with marble images
I conjured up a
painting by Vincent Van Gogh, undressing from the womb of dreams.
Life trembles
in our hearts, tears run in front of the storm
In order to
pierce the sleepiness of the night and reprimand its cynical cries, do not let
the morsel of the poor fall into fatigue.
Don't make fun
of him...
Not because the
dead does not stand in the face of death...
It's because he
doesn't look like her
He does not see
from behind a veil
Because I was
thirsty for human imagination, I stripped myself of old stories.
The lines of
the body are a quack philosopher when he procrastinates dreams and sleeps in
their shadow!
Sensations!
When I feel
love chills, I lose track of time
I feel..
As if I were a
soft feather flying in infinity
As if a
heavenly voice shaped me like water shapes clouds
As if love was
crazy
So we laugh
together
And the music
to make me die and live in you!
Sensations numb
me like magic...
Kiss me
whenever a smile grows on my cheek
Where does this
magic come from?
Of your eyes
that flirt with beauty
Or the hive of
static bees in your mouth
Or two dimples
for the sake of longing!?
and the secret
The whole
secret is in the chaos of the senses
Burn what
cannot be set on fire!
Walk and dance
with passion
And like a
dreamy moon you come and sit in my arms
lovebirds wake
up
And the morning
sniffs with the hymns of our love.
TAGHRID BOU MERHI
TAGHRID BOU MERHI: She is a Lebanese
poetess, writer, and translator living in Brazil. She holds a Law degree and is
ambassador of the team “International Cultural Salon Association “and
ambassador of Brazil in the American P.L.O.T.S. Magazine. Member of prestigious
platform Of WWWU World Nations Writers’ Union Kazakhstan. She won the Nizar
Sartawi International Translator Award for Creativity 2021 in the field of
translation and literature. She is an advisor to the countries Al-Sham literary
platform for literary translation. She won the 2nd Annual Zhengxin
International Poet Award 2022. Editor of Al-Arabe Today, Rainbow, Literária
Agareed, Al-Nil Walfurat, Literária and Allaylak Magazine. Fluent in Arabic
(native language), French, English, Portuguese, Italian and Spanish. Her poems
have been published in numerous international anthologies،various Literary magazines, journals and websites.
Her poems have been translated into more than 24 languages. Her books include:
1. Songs of longing; 2. The Keys of Science: Verses and Manifestations; 3.
Philosophies at the Edge of the Soul; 4. Flowers Of Love; 5. Wounds of the
heart; 6. La Esperanza.7. Mine Is Not Mine...
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