Idris Tayeb (Libya, 1952)
Idris Tayeb (Libya, 1952)
The Drawing Book
Dedicated to: A children born today
This is a new morning, which belongs to a school boy
Who looks sadly at his childhood
Contemplating the road silently
Asking it about the beauty which flies away from his toys everyday,
He sees me, so he spreads out between us a tearful smile
- Come, come nearer
Was it you who has created the earth in the darkness of the first dawn?
- Me? He says crying,
She even refuses our games and we cry in front of her for so long
to give us one single laugh
- My son, dont be so sad
If the earth is not suitable to your fantasy, create another one for us
Your hands are strongly perfumed of the primordial clay,
And I will help your genius sparkle
Dont look back and change it,
Change its rivers, trees, deserts, missiles and bombs,
By your own hand you will create it
So, choose carefully its schools, birds, gardens and smiles,
Dont be afraid of your drawing teacher,
She will be very happy
And will be surprised seeing herself breathing in your hand,
While you invent a fantasy for her paintbrush
What is worrying you now is only how to begin,
Throw your worries, release your wings,
You will fly like all butterflies
Tranlated by the author