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@asmaadjazairi
From the harshness of the holidays I was resting inside your date of birth. . .
Asmaa Djazairi
You are homeless Until the one you love closes his arms on you
asmaa djazairi
A headache is a longing. Otherwise, how do I name the pain in the head that goes away when I tie it to my mother's handkerchief?
We are not sick, but we are longing . . .
asmaa djazairi
It was so real, a terrible love that I could hardly forget with reading . . .
asmaa djazairi
the translators of life
I love the translators of life When sitting on a garden bench Someone suddenly appears Unfolds your arms And hugs you; Give thanks to the one who saw your solitude Without knowing you are a stranger on this land. I love the translators of life When you stand near a cart of roses Diverting your eyes from it; Give thanks to the one who felt your sorrow And pretended the cart was meant for you. I love the translators of life Wen you stand in the street Staring at a book stand on the sidewalk; Give thanks to the one who got you a book Knowing you could not afford it. I love the translators of life When you put your coins back in your pocket At the farmers’ market … Give thanks to the one who filled up your basket Without any questions asked. I love the translators of life When you are standing in the bus And someone gives their seat to you; Give thanks to the one who felt the restlessness in your feetBefore hearing your complaint. I love the translators of life When waiting at the train station Someone puts a coat on your shoulders; Give thanks to the one who saw your lips shiverThrough your raised collar. I love the translators of life When, early in the morningIn love… in love Your eyes sparkleIn the thickness of silence And someone says: “I love you too.”
By Asmaa Djazairi Translation: F.I