A Journey to distant planets
We are prisoners of solitude as we travel to more distant planets. On the way with our spaceships our nostalgia is enough to lead us to our lost sons. After a while, we will leave the earth behind us. The hidden polar dawn follows the redness of the sunset, throwing its shadows over us as we enter its old orbit. And the nights sow darkness within us, ticking like huge clocks on the Equator; there we see a sparrow see-sawing through the storm and hear music playing for drunken dancers behind a closed door: We must not say too much after learning of metaphysics in the labyrinth of wandering spirits. Translucent stars hang in the ether, glowing.
Listen, Pushkin, no more white nights here after we lost all we had once won on our journey. What are you saying? I can't hear you. What are you saying? Speak up, even if no-one can ever hear you here! You should always look straight ahead to see the aeons passing by. Look! There's a man looking at us from the window, sitting on a chair, the two halves of him listening to the Big Bang, like a prince who calls up ghosts in the open air before casting his line into the river to hunt fish for eternity. Listen to the water's roar! The bell will toll soon and life will start over, like all the other times.
~ Fadhil al-Azzawi ~
They have stolen the night.
I have nothing but the blackness of your heart
to start a new day.
~ Golala Nouri ~