To rule |
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To dissent |
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Both seek to grant prosperity to the people |
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under one power. |
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11 |
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I am not free to accept. |
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I am free only to oppose. |
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12 |
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I see the wind playing with the banner |
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of this place, |
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while people go without air. |
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13 |
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A space crowded with answers. |
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Everyone is singed with answers. |
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Answers in every comer, |
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and in everything |
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there are questions. |
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14 |
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He wants to apologize, |
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not because he was an enemy |
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but because he revealed himself as one. |
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15 |
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Pigs are useful too. |
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They sing about the garbage bins. |
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16 |
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She is like a state. |
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She puts on her make-up |
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and talks to her mirror, |
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and never listens to people. |
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17 |
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All this night |
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is not enough for my dreams. |
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18 |
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Everyday |
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we do nothing but confirm the futility |
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that has been impossible to detect. |
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19 |
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Usually |
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I let my memory graze on its own… |
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To forget the wound and remember the knife. |
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20 |
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The future |
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is said to be the opposite of the past, |
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and we are in an endless present. |
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21 |
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I have many secrets. |
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I stud them in my poems |
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and I toss them in the air of language. |
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Someone has to expose them. |
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22 |
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This person I do not know |
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and who does not know me, |
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why is he so late in arriving |
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leaving me |
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to the loneliness of the sidewalk. |
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23 |
|
The children grind their teeth, |
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and grind with their hearts. |
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24 |
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Night, |
|
you are not alone. |
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There are countless other hermits. |
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25 |
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I look at them; |
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they are ready to change their stances |
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by simply shuffling their shoes. |
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26 |
|
They meet to dialogue |
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and they exchange points of view |
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the way they exchange masks. |
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27 |
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Silence… |
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is a flagrant accommodation of folly. |
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28 |
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You will not convince him with words |
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if he is not convinced by reality. |
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29 |
|
Before you sleep |
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place a rose on your chest. |
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30 |
|
What is the difference.. |
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between someone blind |
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and someone who does not want to see. |
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31 |
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The clicking of my chains fills the place, |
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I, |
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who claim freedom. |
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32 |
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My lip trembles now before a word… |
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My lip is defeated. |
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33 |
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Be prepared… the past is coming. |
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Translated by Khaled Mattawa From Naqd aL-Amal. Dar aL-Kunooz al-Adabiya, Beirut 1998 |
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