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text Naser Najafi

1-regain

 

Stumbling down on the soils residence

The passing by of the leaf

from the back side of the fence

and the touring of water lily in the trumpets of the colour

 

you bend down on the blister of earth

till the impossibility of the photos,

and you injure

your cigarette.

 

In the yawn of the street

from which direction

begins your mouth

 

Pick a fruit

From the channels branches.

 

 

2-Horse

 

I will run all the horses

As far as the yellow storms

My knees:

Is the narrative of the melted snow.

Having delivered my quiet shoes and the stray ears

to the canvas of Galleries

At any cost:

any wound wont be gifted.

 

 

 

 

3-Sunshine

 

 

Having seeing you passing by

through the stations of the autumn

subtle and woundless

you are carrying the old summers on your shoulder and the

Bizans skirt on the Hellenism winds.

How on earth you escape from the yellow Vincent

while your hair was slightly shorter than the sunshine.

 

 

4- cloud

 

From the bitter orange

Take a glass

and leave me alone in the companion

of your shoulders cloud

leave me alone

on my own

with the two sipes of the fever

and a branch of the moon.

I have found my beginning

If the yellow storm lets me

Little is remained to the leaf.

 

 

 

 

 

5- Exile

 

Nostalgia has always the terrifying dress.

Sometimes has the same colour as an ordinary jacket

and sometimes like a cloudy dress with a yawning closed button.

 

 

 

 

1-                Carnival

 

In the silence of the beds sheets

at the edges of the evening

you pass by from the streets patience

along with the moon which has taken a shelter under

your dress

from the lemons island

I fallow you .

Escape to the storm

I love the uproar of your dress

even when the wheat gets all the blames.

 

 

2-Full moon

 

In the duration of the grannie

the moon did not fall down in the closet

and my childhoods money

was always as shinning as the moonlight.

 

 

 

 

سخنرانی ها استانبول يک منظومه آواره زبان لرزه فيس بوک