نصوص أدبية
The Gate / Ben Younes Majen
A red elephant in my neighbour’s sitting room, wearing torn blue jeans ripped at the knees
Between the gates of mud and the concrete gates
There is a pulsating metal bar
A mirage quivers a lump of coal black clouds
I have locked up my shadow and left it hanging in the wind
On the rolling hills of my village
The gates of the narrow path
will remain open for ever
no keepers no bolts and no squatters
Will there be anyone to remember to close the gates behind them?
Will they allow themselves to be inhuman again
By just stroking neighbour ‘s black cat!
Ben Younes Majen
............................
الآراء الواردة في المقال لا تمثل رأي صحيفة المثقف بالضرورة، ويتحمل الكاتب جميع التبعات القانونية المترتبة عليها: (العدد :2079 الثلاثاء 03 / 04 / 2012)