BILAL AL MASRI (Lebanon)

Soft music…extreme delight

The angels are dangling

Heaven is waves

The sea is at the top

Tears fixate on tremendous joy

Thus they pour down

Word is a high wall

I ascend to the meaning with all my senses

Heaven is in our small chamber

The bed is bed suffocating

I open the goblets of tales

Pour the sun in your cup

Your small breast enters the lungs

Overlooking my heart

For a moment every thing stops evolving

I row with the two thighs

Insert my heart into your clothes

I hear your voice a wolf attacking me

Reside…Reside!

My years are grass for the horses of dreams

My heart is bread and my blood your outpouring heart

I hear your voice a wolf

Reside…Reside!

Flaming fire of nostalgia

Wind passed by the lake of meaning

Thus the mirrors of visions quacked

I see you in everything