The Canal of Brugge
Friday, April 30, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
In Brugge we left our poems
Our love`s memories…..
Along ……
Through the narrow roads,
We left the horses
And the strangers
In Brugge we crossed the colored rivers
The birds on our heads
And the maps of the old Cities on surface of the water of Brugge`s canal
When we lost
We found a Greek restaurant
From Delfi
Brugge in the spring suit
Opened the gates
To the dancers
Brugge mixed it`s days and nights
With love and memories .
Taher ALWAN
2009
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* Brugge is the capital and largest city of the
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The boats of Ostend
Thursday, April 29, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
On the coast of
I saw the old fisherman
Alone ,
Between the boats
The boats with no sailors
The young girls alone with no friends
The fisherman called the old friends
The port with a gray color
No fishes yet and no lovers on the benches
I saw the old fisherman singing alone
I saw the young two girls alone
Before the sunset we heard the voice of the sailors
They came with the fishes
The old fisherman waiting for them
With gifts and flowers
The girls waiting with sweets
The old fishermen
The girls
The boys
The birds
All , on the boat
They celebrated all the night
Ostend welcome it`s old sailors
22-4-2010
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The old lady
Thursday, April 22, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
The old lady
Our neighbor
Knocked on the door of the moon
No one opened
Every one was in the bed
The moon as well,
Except her
She knocked on the door of the shiny , big star
The star was lazy to say hi
The old lady stayed alone …
Looking to the moon and the shiny star
Asking where is he?
When they were young
She forgot the old ugly face of the life
She waited until the new moon came
With a young boy
He was him
She was her
The moon was alone , pale and got old
Looking to a young boy and a young girl
17-4-2010
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Circles
Wednesday, April 21, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
A Circle of love
Around the world
A circle of war
Around the strangers
Love x War
The strangers painted the wall of the museum
The dark wall
They wrote the names of the soldiers on the wall
They planted the flowers as well
They lit the candles
They are not strangers
They are the soldiers
Of the white world
Who planted the flowers
and painted a circle of love
around the world
17-4-2010
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Black and White
Saturday, April 17, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
The film is starting
Light in the darkness
No one in the room
No face on the screen
Images ….images …..images
Colors …colors…..colors
She run in the dark
He run in the light
Two cities
Two worlds
Dark …..light
Black ….white
Alone …..alone ….alone
On the big screen
He watched her running
Alone in the dark
On the screen
On the big screen
She watched him running
Alone in the dark
On the big screen
She watched him running
Alone , in the light
On the black big screen
Of the sad world
Her black with his white …met
Once …………..
The film started
With colors and smiles
They ran together
In the dark
In the light
They made together:
Colors ….colors …..colors
17-4-2010
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The woman with the mask
Wednesday, April 7, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
When the door opened
She will enter her room
With her lights and sparrows
With her images and….her mask
No one no about her
The actress of the village
And the magician woman
When she opened her box
She saw her face on an old mirror
Face like her face
She look in her images
Looking for the face
All the images are her face
With him
With her
With them
With her
With that
With those
But…
Not with herself
She made a circle around her shadow
She try to find who is there?
She, the shadow , the actress , the magician ?
She asked herself with her mask
With no mask …
She dance alone with her mask
With no mask
With her images
But…
The window opened
She wasn’t there
It was her mask
And her shadow
She heared his voice
Faint but kind
She wore her colored clothes
For him
He tried to know who is she ?
Where is she ?
With mask?
With the shadow?
In the images ?
The dancer?
The magician ?
But ….
She …
Only she , knows that him …
Only him …
Was in all her images
The power of hear magic
And she felt him with mask
Or …
With no mask
2-4-2010
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Sunshine .....
Thursday, April 1, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
Sunshine ...sunshine ...sunshine
You are not alone ,
Look :
Lands of peace
Full of happiness
You are with colored Horizons
No sorrow any more
No loneliness
You are in the other side of the world
But
You are every where
Your heart full of lights
Your sole full of love
You have a small world in your heart
Worm and shiny
When you open your hand
The golden birds fly
When you whisper
The flowers blossom
Where are you ?
You are here and there
Because sunshine came with you
Your shirt painted by spring
Your eyes colored by the nature
Blue , yellow , green , pink , festival of colors around you
Peace to the people your words
Sunshine ..sunshine ..sunshine
You are always sunshine
1st.April2010
for you , and for all the people who celebrate the spring coming and Easter
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Asleep....Awake
Saturday, March 27, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
Asleep
Thus asleep on the surfaces
Eat human rights items
Drink the wine of the revolution
Revolutionary of the mirror
or Tramps or in (Camp) block-booking
the papers sellers
Exfiltrate Secretary-General
And strangers of the city surrounded the Narcissus
a Stone coming from the roof of the world falling such a tear in a Cup
no one in the corridors of the United Nations
the roof of the world congested by the bats of the continents .
Awake
Awake on the frost
Germanic woman
Come the late
drink us the milk of San Jose
fed us bread of Franks
Watch our lost
tilled in a vacuum talk
Dull as migrants having
like a frog jump on the tables
Sit under a shed velvet
The article succeeds in a vacuum
The names repeated countless , she count our faces
Awake to frost
hug the door of grief
And roam the felt of racism
Printed kiss on the wall of refugees ..
2009
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
The Sparrow of the misery
The Sparrow of the misery
Flashing as a pot of magic
Moving through the pavement
Wild beauty reduced concern
We in wagons pursue our ghosts
Whenever we get close to the edge of talk
Stopped glow orange
Not .. no wall or barrier ..
It dates back whenever it came back
our Words falling in the space of the Case
We are marching for body of the city
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Cloud
Dreaming of contemptuously Cloud
The mad of the adventurers
But the moment frozen
The concern is the roof of the location
When we were ... full our books with clouds
And locked returnees
Kept yelling at the desert
Woods and dates
the cloud for us
Peddlers conducting their clouds
We weave a land of clouds
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Translated by :j.Tachmintzis
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Friday, March 19, 2010 | Dr. TAHER ALWAN
WHERE IS MY BELOVED?
Where is my beloved amongst the noise and the rush?
Where is my beloved, lost, amongst the lights?
Where is my beloved amongst the chaos of words?
Where is my beloved?
Where is my beloved?
Oh world, be kind to my beloved!
My beloved is to be found in the path of strangers
On the face of the sea
On the shadows of the clouds
On the wings of the birds
Flying in a breeze of perfumes
Oh world, why such sorrow on my beloved`s face?
Why did her fingertips grow cold waiting for me for so long?
Where is my beloved?
Why has my beloved`s blossom fallen in the hands of a dark wolf?
Why have my beloved`s candles gone out leaving her to sleep alone?
Why has the night cold surrounded my beloved?
Why hasn`t the moon come to cover my beloved?
Why haven`t the stars come to light the face of my beloved?
My beloved is sleeping, let all the pipes of the world fall silent
Let all the poems and pure words hang like a necklace around my beloved`s neck.
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Translated by :j.Tachmintzis
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