Hussein Habasch, Kurdistan
Por: Hussein Habasch
PROMETEO
Latinoamerican Poetry Magazine
84-85. July 2008.
Fotografía de Natalia Rendón
19º Medellin International Poetry Festival
The Fountain
The Mother nurses her child,
Her bosoms are a Fountain.
The Female grants her love
Free of charge,
Her heart is a Fountain.
The Bird flies on the horizon,
It’s wings are a Fountain.
The Pen dances on the paper,
It’s ink is a Fountain.
“The rolling head of the poet
In the center of the arena,
Is a Fountain”.