Old photos no longer represent us
haven’t aged like us
haven’t dried out like our bodies
or gradually vanished like our minds
They are only…. bleached out
like our memories, no longer reality
since time overtook them
Being sleepy is not enough to fall asleep
nor is water enough to stay alive.
Dust is perfectly capable of keeping a secret
as long as it stays away from wind and miners!
People you could know
Man decided he wasn’t like all the other animals
so he called himself a human being.
He started to look for a good reason
to be like that
but somewhere… he lost his way
Messages left for jailed poet Ashraf Fayadh at presentation of “Epicrisis” in Rimini in November.
Man would not able to survive throughout all these Ages…
on the surface of a planet like Earth…
without using his mind, because
just inhaling oxygen
is not enough to survive !
How beautiful man is!
Though his body is not covered with colored feathers!!
Pluto demands guarantees (more serious ones) to accept human beings’ offer to place it back in the solar system. And the sun is silent!
Inside the sky
The room is filled with the fragrance of boredom,
my heart, a rotten book covered with a thick layer of dust,
the ashtray is too familiar
and thoughts grip the wall like exhausted flies.
An unemployed spider peeks out of sleepy trees,
some noises outside
and the cold lords it over the situation.
English translation by Pina Piccolo, from Sana Darghmouni’s Italian translation of the original Arabic poems.
Cover image: Painting to honor Ashraf Fayad made by attendees of “Epicrisis” presentation in Milan, October 2019.