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From the book POETRY FOR PEACE IN TIME OF WAR
Falling Stars Edition 2005


The strength of jasmine
The tenacity of the immeasurable sea
Each configuration of the stars
The Latin hexameters
Each etymology, all hendecasyllables
The geometry, point, line, volume
algebra
Science of Avicenna


The flowing water of a fountain courtyards of the Alhambra in silence

All the labyrinths of time
The memory of the beginning of each
mythology, religion, history ...
List of kingdoms, warriors swords and monuments
Heraclitus flow of time meditating on the other hemisphere

a kangaroo crosses the fog

and every one of these things is contained in a book. Every single moment Every

world map

The maze of Knossos and the door of the lions of Alexandria

The fire is a wave that flows like a kiss
ruined in the water column
to Caesarea.
God created the universe with the letters
is written in the Book of Creation
The world is a book.


OTTO March 8 March


Good for you girl Maja

frightened in the darkness of the tent you covered her face with

hands while jumping on your father raged
sisters
beating your mother.
Even as a child you have known the empty sky
snza shelter.
Under the sun parched his father looming over you
until one day your younger brother's
jumped on him with a knife.
So the tribe has turned its back on you.
A chill is spent on the dusty hills
His father was killed in day of Ramadan. Next
get up the boy's hand
the police had not mixed up
the social worker had said
Affairs of Bedouins "
Sharaf and imposed silence.
No one will marry you and your sisters.

Your younger brother killed himself in prison.
tight On your loneliness
dusk fell

a failure of the sky but the water that is infused with your name
lava flows and the desert unclean. Good
March 8 Maja.


Happy March 8th you Thara
your eighteen years
burnt on the pyre with the corpse

your old husband because that is the use


and was exactly what they expected from you.


Happy March 8 Jamila
you to your person that lives on in secret and only the dark

now knows that you are beautiful. When you open a newspaper

hurt me
your image
outraged that you walk with your prison
behind the burka.

I look and I see in you my soul hurt. March 8


Good Queen Malka

exclusion does not matter if you have a great soul when ten
brats
stick to your skirts. And good


March 8 Claire
three who live in a country called civil

but not for you that you had with your kids disappear

as a criminal on the run for half of America with false documents and illegal

for escape an abusive husband
from which civil society is not enough to be able to defend
.


Happy March 8
slender Thai girl as a flower of the swamp
your child smile fading
the brothel owner whose
you have sold.
For your sister was combined
a marriage with a husband old
certainly not a difference of form than substance.


Happy March 8 Shalev
you a lifetime for peace
your creativity as a mother and artist who had always
deployed to join
and now look at your content, all emptied

parties for your children you hated the war ...


Happy March 8 while Aisha
curse on the ruins of your home that you'll get
again.
With your husband was not easy at all
felt now that the master
Kaled
died but you can kick like a sack of rags.
Even the look is off, you curse
,
what else can a woman do
raising their fists to the sky guilty.


Happy March 8 Irene, who hoped

a different life in the wealthy West.
You, with your mild
a puppy you fell in the hands of people
ferocious killers grin
a hovel where drag dirt and empty in the evening and anxiety

barrel so the sun is off
life is shown as hell .


Happy March 8 Soledad

smile fresh flower girl in
crushed under the shoes of a cynical
sex tourist
convinced ch
raping girls in a poor country
is not a serious crime.


March 8 And good for you, little girl with no name that you opened your eyes

only to meet death
thrown down a well
in a remote Chinese village. For you

the Cultural Revolution never happened.


Happy March 8 women in the world to you All I
appointed suffering.

it off is not easy to silence him. Latifa is

out alive from the grave where they had buried his brothers
and the girl was alive
in her lap.
We go out together from the shadows of being in our hands

take the responsibility to open a narrow window of future

the world desolate.


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