Book I Can'T Cry with Anyone by جلال الاحمدي

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We are no longer able to row with a single thought because the gifts we exchanged before we removed the feathers of wonder from between our fingers were not stuffed pets to which we would run at the end of the evening, burdened with fatigue. They were books by defeated poets, eccentric people obsessed with war and death, whose only consolation was that the bullets that came out of their backs were still capable of killing. We are no longer able to exchange beautiful words because we killed all the roses in the gardens so that our vases would remain full of suspicion, because we ignored our need for absence and turned all the birds into records and the carrier pigeons into SMS messages. We are no longer able to stay under one umbrella because we were filled with little lies and bubbles of desire and fear until we became bigger than an umbrella could think of, and because this time it is raining. It didn't come from just one direction. We were no longer able to dream because the neglected wooden bench at the edge of the garden, on which we used to tame the scorpions of waiting, was not wood to begin with, because the garden was nothing more than a lamppost and a long, dark street. We imagined all of that so as not to feel the cold of the sidewalks. We were no longer able to remember because the first kiss you gave me was not a kiss

it was an old memory you were trying to get rid of, and I had all the forgetfulness you were looking for.

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• Origin: SA