A Vision of Baghdad
Buzzing with people and flies,
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On the last day
I kissed her hands,
Her eyes / her lips.
I said to her: you are now
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I am looking for a cloud
A green cloud that wipes my depression
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A ghost chases in darkness the author of "the little man"
sniffing old books on the shelves of bookstores
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I am born in unborn cities
But in the night of the autumn of the Arab cities
Broken hearted I die.
I bury my love in Granada
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The Rats of the fields of words
Buried the head of the poet
In a field of ashes
But the poet on the cross of exile
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Love and Death
From the cities of magic and the caves: Waddah arises,
Crowned by the moon of death and the fire of a shooting star,
Falling into the desert,
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O my sad moon:
The sea is dead and its black waves have devoured Sinbad's sail
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From nowhere,
With no face, no history, from nowhere,
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