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Remembrances

The essence of the past

The past that is full of dewdrops and sea dampness

The few yellowish leaves, still hanging on the tree

Sweats smell and the roast of wet nights

The box of lapses, goofs, delights and your sleepy music  

Your summit when you are down the slopes  

Your nose with its different shapes, dimensions and colors

Your second captivating and charming family

Memories are your second heart

Your heartfelt smile and your immemorial tears

And your hectic and flawless heroics

Memories, your first and last love on oud’s chords

Your shoe that is older and tighter than your current being

And your clothes that are hanging on the moons’ verge

Swallow’s confusion in front of wind and storms

The laughing sounds of the shinko in front rain’s mischief

The mix of coercively absentees’ smells before the last goodbye

Your mirror that is attentive to your soul reflection instead of your body’s

Comedy and romance, honey and colocynth and the country.  

The distance between you and the guillotine to attract attention.

Memories are the only supports that are left to you

The witness and intercessor and the son.

Kayed Afifi