Cultura

Cultura

Meio século

Meio século Um poema de Noha Khalaf Half a Century Nosf Qarn   For Half a Century I've been looking for you In the torn out pages of old books, In the footsteps of my ancestors, In my scattered papers, In the perfumes of my grandmother In my mother's...

Entre as rosas

Entre as rosas Um poema de Noha Khalaf Among the Roses Bayn al Weroud   No no! I do not want to disappear Beyond existence I would like to remain here Among the roses. Despite this burning sun Despite this bitter cold And despite all this mediocrity I...

Folhas de dispersão

Folhas de dispersão Um poema de Noha Khalaf Leaves of dispersion ‘awraq al shatat’ This is not a collection of poems These are just scattered leaves Lost in airports, highways, ports and alleys. I have tried to save some of them from the destruction of...

Minha mãe é de Jaffa

Minha mãe é de Jaffa Um poema de Noha Khalaf My Mother Comes from Jaffa Omi min Yafa   I entered the empty house, In devastated lands, To collect the remains of our pains and joys, After your departure. I looked at the dreams and memories inscribed In...

Nossas idades

Nossas idades Um poema de Noha Khalaf  NOS AGES Nos âges, Saccagés par le temps, Blessés par tant de ravages, Se rencontrent au début d’un printemps. Nos âges, Ayant traversés tant d’orages Se retrouvent enfin Sous un toit, Abri de passage, Pour assouvir notre soif...

A lã: Um poema de Jalal Khosravi

A lã Um poema de Jalal Khosravi The Wool     I’m missing you Sitting here By my side And knitting Wool Thoughts Wool I’m missing you Please put your knitting aside Wanna knit a letter Knit me a few letters A lã Tradução: Lucas van Hombeeck  ...

Estátua: Um poema de Jalal Khosravi

Estátua Um poema de Jalal Khosravi Statue      Wish I could be A statue Right now Holding a cup of tea And a scatter of poetry On my lips Wish I could turn into a rock So you could touch me Without regularity and shame Dust me out And kiss...

Lançamento: Um poema de Jalal Khosravi

Lançamento Um poema de Jalal Khosravi A ‘Launch     Feels like the earth is Out of its orbit I’ve been launched somewhere That I don’t know Tumultuous shapes Dubious unclear words Peregrine salutations Pills are useless And you do not Kiss me...

Mulheres em Guerra: Um poema de Nasim Basiri

Mulheres em Guerra Um poema de Nasim Basiri Women in War   No Matter If you're from women in war in Paris Or women in war in Cobani Or women in war in Aleppo and Mosul Women die in nine months They die with a cut breast Bleeding to death On their way...

As borboletas queimadas: Um poema de Nasim Basiri

As borboletas queimadas Um poema de Nasim Basiri The Burnt Butterflies   With the movement of your eyes Anslad and Tayfvn giants Were moving the chariots of fire patches Your tear drops Were spreading out the pieces of the sun In the black cemetery of...