Nostalgia To The Light
To carry the Vintage of brightness to my veins...
by Mahmoud Darwish
Nostalgia To The Light
What Annoying the people if we walked in the light of day
And carried your handbag and umbrella
And took your mouth at the corner of the wall
And picked a kiss
your Eyes
I dreaming to see your eyes sleeping
to see the calm of the sea at sunrise
your Lips
I dreaming to see your lips when kissing
I see the sun flare in the birth of a wedding
What upset the night if I have lit two candles
and I saw your face washed by the beam
And saw the river of Ivory guarded by the Marble of boats
then I will be back to childhood to breastfeeding
From the well of my tragedies, calling your eyes
To carry the Vintage of brightness to my veins
What annoying the people if I put my head between your hands and cuddling your Waist in the road.
Promises of the Storm
So be it
I can assure you that I will refuse death
And burn the, tears of the bleeding songs
And strip the olive trees
Of ill their counterfeit branches
If I have been serenading happiness
Somewhere beyond the eyelids of frightened eyes
That is because the storm
Promised me wine and new toasts
And rainbows
Because the storm
Swept away the voices of idiotic, obedient birds
And swept away the counterfeit branches
From the trunks of standing trees
So be it
I must be proud of you
Oh wounded city
You are lightning in our sad night
When the street frowns at me
You protect me from the shadows
And the looks of hatred
I will go on serenading happiness
Somewhere beyond the eyelids of frightened eyes
For from the time the storm begin to rage in my country
It has promised me wine and rainbows.
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