Autobiography book by Anwer Ghani
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
A CEDAR TREE
Oh, Cedar, how many aspirants loved you and the immortal Gilgamesh knew
how to write you a poem. I am from the distant cities, where the sun is without
robe and no eyes, only a story of waiting and something of an ancient fragrant.
I am an old traveler, I learned the trip by accident. I also tell you that I am
a small sailor and inherited the sea song from my grandparents. The hard wave I
will know its desire. I will know it, and I will keep a little silent, so I may
remember something. Yes, I will wait as a cedar tree overflows with returnees.
A COLD MESSAGE
The word has a thousand wings full of fear. How can I see? Love of the
Earth is not enough; complete freedom is required. Yes, when it comes time for
the paving to shake, to walk barefoot, I will collect my breath like a bouquet
of flowers smiling for the near future. Here, the word freezes, you need
another poetry, a body that trembles. My words are cool message, thorns
permeate me; I multiply in the fields of language as a harsh tent, I am still
powerless; the language is looking for new sailors. No, the sun is not enough
to symbolize freedom and the distances persecute me; I am still stuck to the
ground. My words feel cold and my limbs are freezing like trains inhabited by
snow travelers.
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
FAME
It was a coincidence when I met that famous man. I mean, very famous and
very empty. He is not from Hilla and does not work in my grandfather's fields,
so he is famous. He is known by his distinguished and surprising name, because
surprise and strangeness are something inherent in this civilization. They are
looking for fame at any cost, and looking for strangeness and excitement at any
cost. But I don't know why sometimes when I hear their names, I remember blown
cars, I mean empty souls. They are famous and empty, made with false and artificial
influences. Fame is not an Iraqi citizen and Euphrates does not know it because
it speaks fluently about beautifying for everything that's really ugly.
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