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Feb 11, 2021 01:29 PM Feb 11, 2021 01:29 PM
In the morning when I wake up, the world wakes in my head with creatures and screams smashing my bones. *** I leave my room -- it's like a cave filled with the slain -- and shuffle off to the café. I look intently at my cup -- it's like a snake relaxing on a summer afternoon -- and think: "This is my last cup in this city!" *** But morning is still at its outset, and I'll have to go through wars and kisses and will only discover their flavour after centuries. ____________ Translated by Abdulla al-Harrasi
الكاتب: سيف الرحبي
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