Oh memories, you muster teams, radiate imagination and fill the horizon \/ And prepare groups that equip me with pure sorrow, panic and anxiety \/ Shake the bolts on me so I can tighten them, and storm the door that has been rattled \/ Pour the night into its depths, from the loneliness that frightens the wicked \/ And let the wind, if it is small, in the house, frightening those in it \/ Leave the little ones from sorrow, frightened, wondering: Who knocked? \/ And let the adults see a chimney in it and find no one burning \/ And sleep from the terror of “visions” return dryness, or drown in its blood \/ To return from what you “disgust” with, generous, neither sleep nor sleeplessness \/ And the morning return it to its smile eastward and choked with tears \/ Then look from every corner, that forehead and his cheerful face \/ Until when the afternoon is noon, then curl up in his loins in compassion \/ Then Pour the blood that has been shed into it, then send forth a fragrant scent from its spread\/ And tear into pieces, sucking out its tangles\/ As if the back is closed in it… With its wounds, and the chest is pierced\/ O memories, embody a body… Fresh youth, and perfume your nature\/ Naked: No deceit, nor arrogance… Sacrificed: No oath, nor flattery\/ You did not leave out of every stray… A cover, nor a complete arrangement\/ O memories, all of them are burning… Treading on redemption, and inflaming the eyes\/ Who will give me poetry that creates sorrow… For people who are unable to create it\/ It is a picture of a desert from my sorrow… Calling the pen and terrifying the paper, So that those who ignored it may see… Asyan: How does he suffer the burning\/ You came to me with spectres that circle me… With worries, accompanying and immersed\/ Series whenever I found… in it a void, I emptied it out\/ Gathering every glorious thought from the past and the past\/ What was hidden like a star… You reveal it like a rising star.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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