Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The trees walk
The trees walk at night
And will release shadows and lights into my heart
Without the sound of a broomstick breaking in the shadows
Without the sound of cough of leaves
it makes the space sick
The trees walk at night
And humans are mysteriously planted in footsteps of trees
Their heads bud in the dark
Without a red light stop them
Without the pedestrian lines putting human’s legs in the cage
The night walks recklessly inside me along the yellow line
Elham Hamedi “UN COLPO ALLA TESTA ERA UNO ZAQBOOR”, Terra d’ulivi Edizioni-Italia publishing house
Cold Sun
When I looked at the horizon
All the songs fall on the dry throat wall.
At the intersection of two axes, a man in fences a dead end
He burns his whole backpack
Because of not distinguish the angles of the trap
When they arrived, they found the cold sun in his throat like a dead apple
A reed near his feet stings with disgust.
His mouth was dark
And weightless words floated in his mouth
Elham Hamedi “UN COLPO ALLA TESTA ERA UNO ZAQBOOR”, Terra d’ulivi Edizioni-Italia publishing house
