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Horizon Now It’s your horizon, Which is completing our
journey, Beating the fire With white preceding the
fingers... You’re running, Carrying the branches Of the goddess To nit the crown and radiation Of the prey … You’re injecting the music Which unearths Your great instruments And Dismantles Your sensual darkness … And You speak the wine That showers your bones With slow hymns So Rise
up from your preys, Mix
their rejoice With
your sonnets... At
it You
will lift them up With
your glorious milk And You
will whip them -With
certainty- When
you collect The
smell of predominance Rise
up In
chanting and quake Release
your wolves With
that only desire Then And
only then, We
will gaze at your marvel When
you give us fingers So Why
do you blow the questions While
you are ready To
conquest the glory That preceding the tongue? Traductor: Salam Naji |
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