Isam Kazem Jari - poem (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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CLOSED SENSES
This night is a final evening,
And the wind is gunpowder,
filling our childhood with disability.
This luxury is your river,
And this earth is our ruined depths,
from which the news has multiplied.
Whenever the spaces widen,
the face of sorrow shines.
No joy for these boats,
which have become like autumn leaves.
Childhood without seasons,
Medals warning those who come of exhaustion,
And waving to close the senses.
(Translation into English: Taghrid Bou)
