ریش‌صورتی

On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy, The towel of a man who is my enemy, To wipe off the sweat of his brow. In the sky of the Old City A kite. At the other end of the string, A child I can't see Because of the wall. We have put up many flags, They have put up many flags. To make us think that they're happy. To make them think that we're happy. – Yehuda Amichai

گیس‌های بریده. صورت سیلی‌خورده. معشوقِ بی‌عاشق. داستان یک عروس؛ یک شهر. ما همه در پی آن یگانه‌ایم ولی!

من آن كودك وامانده‌ی بر اسكله شايد باشم، عازم دريای بلند، رعيتبچه‌ای روانه‌ی كوچه‌باغ كه پيشانی به آسمان می‌سايد. آرتور رمبو، برگردانِ بیژن الهی.

چکیده‌ی تمام این شب‌ها.

از @dibaqare

وارگاس در «کبوتر سیاه» اینطور میگه (بعد از ترجمه طبعن): I'm tired of weeping and yet there's no sign of the sun I no longer know whether to curse you or pray for you I'm afraid to look for you and afraid to find you Where my friends have told me that you've gone At times I feel like relinquishing the fight And ripping out the claws that cause my pain But my eyes are dying without looking into yours And my affection returns to wait for you at dawn And you decided on your own to find a party girl Black dove, black dove where are you? Stop playing with my honor, party girl Your caresses must be mine, and no one else's And though I love you madly, don't come back to me Black dove, you're the bars on this cage of suffering I want to be free and live my life with whom I choose Lord, give me strength for I'm dying to go find her And you decided on your own to find a party

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