Ali Abdul Salam Al-Hashimi (Prepared Angela Kosta)
Moderator 
ALI ABDUL SALAM AL-HASHIMI (Iraq)
SELL MY MEMORY
As your face has no shame,
As my heart has no aim,
When you steal my laughter,
My sadness is my daughter,
like a loaf of bread,
like a thought in my head,
It arranges on the sidewalks,
like a street vendor talks,
aged as pride,
Loneliness' after your eyes hide,
My tears turned red and I came,
To pick them,
Candle melody on my night's face to play
Search for myself all the day,
Faces when chase me with masks,
It's your tasks,
And their signatures remain,
Covers your face moon of pain,
You sell my memory at auction
To satisfy our sorrows
And my wound is my friend
Calls me when I am alone
And my life has been eaten away by my pride
To bury me in the dust of a dream like an ancient voice
Calls me
So that I may know it
Rain falls on your cheek
Fires engulf my heart
Like a poem that needs its poet and my ink is a widower
His love letters fell from his pocket
And the memories Kiss her
And I sew the garment of the past from our dreams
So that I may wear the time that is not ashamed
And you buried my memory so that
the roses wet in my blood would not grow
For what sin were those roses killed?
Your past embraces separation in my eyes
With tears and in the memory of longing, it flirts
And I look out from my pain at your balconies
filled with your beauty when it penetrates
The sea draws our faces
And our wounds form waves that sew
for us the shores of our dreams
A garment that binds us
I need your face so that I may see myself like
a river when it penetrates
I need your eyes that have become mirrors of the soul
As I contemplate.
Prepared: Angela Kosta
