Fayad Jamis Poems

By this freedom of song in the rain
will have to give everything
For this freedom to be closely tied
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Auschwitz was not the garden of my childhood. I grew up
herbs and beasts in my house
poverty lit his lamp at night.
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Fish-filled sunset
Oh Mason oh beggar
All columns are going to die
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Cats pigeons numb
Morning light from the skylight
cut objects in two
Cats corretearán again
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The houses of the gods are stone
the palaces of the dignitaries are stone
the apartments of the priests are stone
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I love the time to love, now the night
spreads in stars and lukewarmness.
In one corner I wait
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Your eyes are two Obsidian
It tornasolan morning
Your mouth is Strawberry and watermelon
And it is the birth of day
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Sometimes, in the silence of the Hall, something jumps,
someone breaks some old name.
Crazy fly crosses buzzing, burning
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I opened the iron gate,
I felt as it squeaked, bumped into a trunk
and I looked a lit window, but the early morning
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Look at it: is very beautiful, her laughter hits the coast,
all iras and foams. But don't try to
tell him what you think. She is in another world
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