مانيفيل

(

مانيفيل: is "manivelle" meaning "starting handle" in French but as said by the Lebanese.)

 clouds...

 

clouds...

 kill

 clouds

أنا مثل الأُمّة

I Am As the Motherland



I vomit my kidney;
I won't thirst
The second I forget

Do you know that I am
So tender?
My enemies I adopt

I want to sleep inside a mattress on mud and imagine its surface moving, untouched.

صدى يعيش في قنبلتي المخفيّة


كلّك

Parlour under My Bed

A countenance and continents

The jargon of  trees

I thought I couldn't speak any language

October

October

الليلي بدّي كنيفي عل بحر وما ائدر نام أبل الضهر وئتا حكون عمبشرب كبايية الينسون يلّي عريحتا حؤوعا

Today, I will leave my scarf in the middle of the road and continue walking.

I fear that one day I'll have to tell my children that blue is the color of wood.

Today, I want to hide in a stranger's washing machine.

An orangery between my two hands
And I don't feel stuck
This morning it rained
And my hips wanted to run away from me

I wonder when I would use a spoon to stir myself, serve myself and take me up
I wonder if I have already done so
I wonder if I have been always doing so

I wonder when our heartbeats would sound like construction vehicles that do not construct but throw not far away

-a quick empty draft 1

When will I stop
going back
to that state of
a little girl
when her parents are teaching her what to answer
when people ask her what's her name.
At kindergarten, teachers were convinced that I was a foreigner even if back then, I had had never traveled but had played the airplane-wind-curtain-spring-game alone, and not once I felt that my airplane was empty.In spring, my parents would half-open the balconies and keep the curtains loose, and around 1 pm,that mimetic spring wind would blow leaving the curtains to form a half hollow circle that I would smile upon seeing and run and sit, inside of it.I would sway, so unforcefully sway and scream to my passengers of the form of the clouds ahead of me.I was a very calm girl.Later, when my younger brother grew up a little, I started calling him to join me so we travel together.He giggled so much ;he seemed to enjoy it, but soon I was back to playing this game alone, with my passengers and clouds that would for long moments disappear.And our travel was slow, in a way that I would call now "sensual".

I hope I am not growing up to retaliate this past.I hope I am not growing up.

And in a trope, I feel I am a cloud waiting for rain, so the sea may be filled, and I may drink it to vapor, so I, myself, would rain.

طفلة تركت في البحار لكي تتعلّم السباحة

ونصف امرأة عرجاء

ايقظها بعد أن تحتضر في خلاياك

واصرخ في فمها

فكثيرا ما تنسى الطعام

with carpets
I have told you
that you
cannot cover
the horizon with carpets
...I have told you
that you cannot
cover the horizon
with carpets
I have told you
that you cannot
cover the horizon
with carpets
I have told you that you
cannot cover
the horizon with carpets
I have told you
that you can
not
cover
the horizon
with carpets
I have told
you
that you
cannot

هاتي

Let us blame

Let us blame..the sun

المدينة لا تراني

the city doesn't see me