Atef Ayadi Poems

He gave her a name:
Pearl,
Atinite,
Whisper,
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After the tides
After the French revolution
After the mannish history
After a feminine geography
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I came to this new land,
To this old continent,
Following my natural;
My instinct.
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The passion is calling me
And is taking me
In a long trip;
To Eileen’s eyes.
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She is growing up
Inside me
Like a new organ
She feeds on my veins
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My letter to you,
Is more important than me
And
It is more important than you.
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The wind
And Eileen
Both, blow hard on me.
It is the fall
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Shiva wanted
Parvati;
The world wants
Peace;
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Eileen...
And
....
Randomness
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Eileen's eyes are
A firework
I watch
once a year,
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