Achour Fenni (Algeria)
Por:
Achour Fenni
Traductor:
Achour Fenni and Myra Chekkour
Oum El-Holi
O shores of my memory
Give me a while
Return me the features of my face
Draw it back as it was
Beautiful and sweet
Give back the harmony of the ether
Give back the arrangement of the color of seasons
And the birds feathers
Join the fingers of my mother on my forehead
So that I feel the taste of the seconds buring
Give back my feet their eagerness
So that I know where I am
One day, I threw myself beyond the fog
Searching a reason to your sorrow
I left you growing in my mother palm
Which hand had played with the flowers of your youth?
Join the fingers of my mother on my forehead
Drown me in any song
Hide me in any spike
And scatter me on any hill at Oum El-Holi
To erase fifty thousand years
To begin forming my memory at once
And to erase all the landscapes
And all the time
From you I began
And in you I ended
Only your face recognize me
In you
Beauty in sorrow I saw
And from you I learnt the secret of writing
I learnt how to lift my head on my shoulders
And how to walk on foot
And to go beyond the hills
Your grief pierced me
I found myself a stranger
Chasing my face beyond your fog
Join the fingers of my mother on my forehead
Drown me in any song
Scatter me in any hill at Om El-Holi
Let me hold my forehead by my hands
And look right at my features
Face to face
Let me understand the secret of the sorrow
Let me write my face with the my mother fingers
On my forehead
To cure myself of the writing madness
