Ayer escuché este poema de labios de su autora, en árabe y en inglés y pensé 'Este libro tiene que ser mío...; tengo que poder leer esto todas las noches y recordar lo que ya sé...' A veces nos olvidamos de lo que queremos, de lo que nos gusta, de lo que esperamos... Y necesitamos un poema, una canción, una película, el consejo atrevido de un amigo, para recordárnoslo...
Gracias, Joumana.
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He is hunter, prey, and in-between. He does not believe in gender equality. He enacts his laws when alone, and when in groups he breaks them.
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He goes against logic, against the sun, against poets.
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He is a beautiful loser, and strong in defeat.
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He does not obey, is never satisfied, never tame, and does not believe.
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He pulls his women by their hair, then weeps on their breasts like a baby.
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He dreams of his past and remembers his future.
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He is tender in his manly strength, masculine in his femininity.
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He refuses to marry because he knows better. He is obstinate like an orgasm that does not want to climax.
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Extracto de My Lover, de Joumana Hadad
I Have Not Sinned Enough, 2003
*La foto es de Sarah Moon
