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 mood
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 and ambassador of
Lebanon in the Association of the World Union of Writers and Artists UMEA
Portugal. Member of prestigious platform Of WWWU World Nations Writers’ Union
Kazakhstan. She is an advisor to the countries Al-Sham literary platform for
literary translation. Brand Ambassador from Brazil for Moncheri Escapes - a
leading travel agency in India. She won the Nizar Sartawi International
Translator Award for Creativity 2021 in the field of translation and
literature. She won the 2nd Annual Zhengxin International Poet Award 2022.She
hon received the World Prize Prestigious "RAHIM KARIM WORLD PRIZE".
She has received the recognition from Greece Delphi (Elaiko Bpabeio), where
the celebration of Peace. Editor of Al-Arabe Today, Rainbow, Literária
Agharid, 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 30 languages. Author of 10 books.
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