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Maryam hooleh Translation : hayed daragahi Sadism
The future is swallowing us Write a report !
My statue pours down from your embrace Even though your word come true And your hands never putrefy But it's obvious that my statue in its fall Has made and sucked A transient from your heart
Then for a day , For a couple of days , A matted area of the soil , the size of a flower Is solied . But no one reads the books in the cellar !
You're lost in the chat of the street thags And , in the savagery of the gaze of the myths , I'm exiled to the brothel . And , then , You start frequenting the place .
Open doors Are swallowing us Write a report !
I am the holy mary I am the atlas ( the atlantis ) The map of the world Mildews on my pica-marked face
The stains Knot their flowery veils Round their fat hips , Sit by the ponds , and the open doors on the alleys And womanly gossip Brushed the eyes of heaven .
And even though the intention of the painters of the world Be blue , The colour become so strong , so dark That its tears Fatten for the renewal of yet another spring .
Now , here , All elements of life are female Even when not fattened , they have sadism , They have typhus !
I am holy , A am the atlas(atlantis) Even though I'm full of tears , And I have the virginity of unrevived religions , I also have sadism . Do not sleep with me ! The morning lies in ambush With its long-fanged mouth , With those blood-shot , greedy eyes ! Write a report !
Father who died yesterday Has , behind the first , the second , or the thousands turn of the road , Left his gigantic , other-worldy mouth open , Like a dark cave of hope , For us to enter So that he can then close his teeth on us , And sacrifice us to god , Out of disobedience to whom , The entrance fee to underground brothels ( like a respected national secret ) exceeded the price of tickets to the cinemas and classical concerts , and it went so high up that it broke the record of the elongation of a generation . and the last ticket of its dynasty, sold in the evening along its endless tail , was kissed by the one hundred , twenty four thousand , and first saint !
you ought to write a report ! you should know how disturbed my dreams have become !
every night the window panes are shattered , not by a football , or by the sarcasm of an onlooker , but by an undistinguishable boom from above , like the echo of an execution bullet from a distance !
at long last mother manages to find a wife for my brother . with empty handed and the flat is rented and the threat of being turned out of all the city shelters is imminent . nonetheless the wife manages to legitimize , according to legitimate , the air of one rooms in the house .
- don't you see my son , that religion is more advanced than freedom , then the republic , and , even , than the food vouchers ?
and when all of a sudden , the windows panes sprinkle down with the boom from the sky and we take refuge at the bottom of the house toothed worms circling with the scary rest of their bodies , hissing and hissing , spelling the concentraction of poison , " sadism….. sa…di…sm…" lead our eyes to the arms of the legitimate wife , who is the mother of this new generation .
out of exhaustion , and the threat of all the shelters , I, wisely ( even though the worms say : I'm not half as wise as the others) , Surrencer to one of the worms .
Next morning you'll tell me that the worms Are the multiplicity of untreaded roads on my forehead , The possibility of all my unborn hopes , The many points in which I'll take refuge in the future .
But I surrender . O' my prophet ! Write a report !
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