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Last Judgement by Wassily Kandinsky, 1910<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Hicham El Qendouci<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
\nWhere do I start?\nFrom any wound among thousands of them,\nFrom the beginning of the tough infection\nThree months ago\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\nI suffer from pain and disease, sick with a virus\nLurking like fire beneath my skin, a hidden danger waiting in ambush.\nI suffer within my wounds.\nAnd even my weapon betrays me!\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m still looking for safety, but is it safe to stay here\nSick, homeless, hunted, and besieged?\nEven our brothers drink our blood and eat our bones.<\/font>\n\nDarkness goes on in my eyes And speech shall die in my mouth\nUntil I stop asking for silence. Even if morning comes I can do nothing\nAbout leaving, except to cry: Where do I start?\nAll our streets are closed,\nAnd our tongues have become spoons\nAnd our borders gallows.\nMy yellow face hates to invade the mirror.\nOnly nights of lamentations come,\nAnd the same old funerals and wailing.<\/font>\n\nMy heart shakes as a dead body or a massacre echoes,\nFull of flashes, colors, and sorrows,\nWaiting until a favorable star enters\nThe orbit of death or the homeland of losers.\nI head to the river, a beautiful river\nReflecting in its flowing the mixture above me\nOf planets, stars, and enormous galaxies filling the universe.\nI walk slowly, through tears, seeing clouds and stars,\nWhile my ears hear explosions and my hands touch flowers of light.\nI long to go to a distant planet where there is no disease Because I want to live in peace away from Earth.<\/font>\n\nI feel my body trembling;\nEach organ vibrates with limitless longing.\nSometimes I think I see my love, a red flower above the beautiful river,\nAnd whisper gently, Sarah, my love, I love you!\nI write my love lovely poetry\nTo open wondrous horizons.\nOh, what limitless love!!\nOur days might be wine,\nBut our lives are silent graveyards\nInto which our eyes stare.<\/font>\n\nWhere do I start?\nIs it useful to start\nIn the time of the end?\nHow can I enter\nWhere there is no longer a door for me\nExcept the death door?\nOh, Homeland,\nYou no longer give me even a shroud,\nAnd I keep screaming in madness.\nEarth does not hear or care about me,\nNor does death.<\/font>\n\nFrom tent to tent\nAnd from place to place\nMy heart is full of pain and sorrow.\nI stay awake all day and night and treat my burning heart alone.\nI do not see the face of anyone who cares about my voice or suffering.\nI have a sticky sickness in my gut,\nSo I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t eat, only take water, but, thank God, whose mercy is revealed,\nThat I still live, breathe, feel\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6and love.<\/font>\n\nI know my life seems limited,\nA small light hanging in space.\nI feel like a dead planet\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\nJust like the Moon, Mars, and Jupiter.\nI should stop circling the Sun under which I was born,\nAnd take the first spaceship\nTo another planet in a distant galaxy,\nAway from this place of virus and disease,\nWhere life may continue,\nAnd love flourish forever.<\/font><\/pre>\n\n\n\n
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Hicham El Qendouci Where do I start? From any wound among thousands of them, From the beginning of the tough infection Three months ago\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 I suffer from pain and disease, sick with a virus Lurking like fire beneath my skin, a hidden danger waiting in ambush. I suffer within my wounds. And even my weapon […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10726","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10726","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10726"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10726\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10728,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10726\/revisions\/10728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10726"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10726"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10726"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}