فِي الطَّرِيقِ إِلَى الْحَيَاةْ..
لَا تَنْسَ أَنْ تَتَنَفَّسَا
فِي الرَّكْضِ خَلْفَ تَشَعُّبِ الطُّرُقَاتِ
في أيدي محاولةٍ تقودك خلف معناك الذي تصطاده لكن يفر الى البعيد
لَا تَنْسَ أَنْ تَتَنَفَّسَا
فِي غُرْبَةِ اللَيْلِ الثَّقِيلِ وَتَمْتَمَاتِ الذَّاكِرَةْ
وَأَصَابِعِ الْحُلُمِ الَتِي تَرْمِي إِلَيْكَ بطوق ورد ثُمَّ تَغْزِلُ فِي عُيُونِكَ ضِحْكَتَيْنْ
وتجيد قتلك مرتين
فِي لُعْبَةِ الْهَرَبِ الطَّوِيلَةِ وَالتَّلَاعُبِ بِانْدِفَاعِ الْوَقْتِ نَحْوَ الْهَاوِيَةْ
وَتَنَاقُضِ البَشَرِيِّ فِيكَ، مُحَاوَلَاتِ صُعُودِهِ وَهُبُوطِهِ
هَذَا الْفِصَامَ الشَّاعِرِيْ
لَا تَنْسَ أَنْ تَدَعَ احْتِمَالًا لِلْحَيَاةِ بِأَنْ تَسِيلَ عَلَى يَدَيْكَ
وَأَنْ تَشِعَّ بحيرة النجمات فِي رِئَتَيْكَ
لَا،
لَا تَنْسَ أَنْ تَقِفَ امْتِنَاناً لِلتَّفَاصِيلِ الصَّغِيرَةِ
لَوْنِ هَذَا الْغَيْمِ
أُغْنِيَةِ الصَّبَاحِ
وَنَكْهَةِ الْكَعْكِ اللَذِيذِ
الكرواسان عَلَى السَّرِيرْ
جَرَّبْتَ يَوْماً أَنْ تُعَانِقَ فِي السَّرِيرِ الْأُغْنِيَاتِ وَتَحْرُسَ الْحَلْوَى
تُمَارِسَ مُتْعَةَ الذَّنْبِ الْبَرِيءِ..
مواء قِطَّتِكَ الْغَرِيبِ
تُشَاغِبَ الْخَيْطَ الَذِي تَلْهُو بِهِ
هَلْ كُنْتَ تَعْرِفُ ؟
ـ لَا
ـ إِذاً مَاذَا تُرِيدْ؟
ـ حُلْمِي الْوُصُولْ!
ـ هَلْ مِنْ وُصُولٍ فِي الْحَيَاةِ سِوَى الْمَتَاهَاتِ الَتِي تُفْضِي إِلَيْكْ
لَا شَيْءَ يَحْتَمِلُ الْمَزِيدَ مِنَ اللُّهَاثْ
وَالْكَائِنُ الشَّرِسُ الْمُخَبَّأُ فِي جَبِينِكَ
لَا تَخَفْ!!
هَذَا أَنَاكْ
فِي رِحْلَةِ الْقَلَقِ الْجَمِيلْ
فِي السَّيْرِ نَحْوَكَ، فِي الطَّرِيقِ إِلَى الْحَيَاةْ
لَا تَنْسَ أَنْ تَتَنَفَّسَا
ON THE WAY TO LIFE..
DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE
IN THE RUNNING BEHIND THE BRANCHING PATHS
in hands trying to lead you behind the meaning you chase but it escapes to the distance
DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE
IN THE STRANGENESS OF THE HEAVY NIGHT AND THE MUMBLINGS OF MEMORY
AND THE FINGERS OF DREAM THAT THROW YOU A GARLAND OF ROSES THEN WEAVE IN YOUR EYES TWO SMILES
and excel at killing you twice
IN THE GAME OF LONG ESCAPE AND PLAYING WITH THE IMPETUOUSNESS OF TIME TOWARDS THE ABYSS
AND THE CONTRADICTION OF HUMANITY IN YOU, ATTEMPTS OF ITS ASCENT AND DESCENT
THIS POETIC SCHIZOPHRENIA
DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE A POSSIBILITY FOR LIFE TO FLOW ON YOUR HANDS
AND TO SHINE WITH A LAKE OF STARS IN YOUR LUNGS
NO,
DON’T FORGET TO STAND IN GRATITUDE FOR THE SMALL DETAILS
THE COLOR OF THIS CLOUD
THE MORNING SONG
AND THE FLAVOR OF DELICIOUS CAKE
THE CROISSANT ON THE BED
HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO EMBRACE IN BED THE SONGS AND GUARD THE SWEETS
TO ENJOY THE PLEASURE OF INNOCENT SIN..
THE MEOW OF YOUR STRANGE CAT
TEASING THE THREAD YOU PLAY WITH
DID YOU KNOW?
– NO
– THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT?
– MY DREAM IS TO ARRIVE!
– IS THERE ANY ARRIVAL IN LIFE OTHER THAN THE MAZES THAT LEAD TO YOU
NOTHING CAN BEAR MORE OF THE BREATHELESSNESS
AND THE FIERCE BEING HIDDEN IN YOUR TEMPLE
DON’T BE AFRAID!!
THIS IS YOU
IN THE JOURNEY OF BEAUTIFUL ANXIETY
IN THE WALK TOWARDS YOU, ON THE WAY TO LIFE
DON’T FORGET TO BREATHE
