Poem by Sanaz Davoodzadehfar
Walk on dead letters
When we meet
The distance between us is the smoke of several cigarettes.
When we don’t meet
There is only a cup of hot tea with a piece of sugar .
We always have this experience.
When I started to love,
It was an end of it to you.
To me, its years were still running.
If you open your borders,
I will immigrate to you
My case is not political.
I fled as a lover.
If I get back home,
They will sew up my tongue and lips.
Love with no words.
With borders, without home.
The vapor of your words
Surrounds my imagination by mist .
Look at our shared dreams.
They are very close at the minimum distance.
Your hands are far from me for a long time.
I was born and I was crying.
I lived and I was screaming.
I want to leave this world with a smiling face like Mona Liza.
When I smell the perfume of love
No factory’s fan can compete with me.
Tear me to pieces like petals,
And ship me to Paris,
Then call me Juliet.
I will be the most sale perfume.
If an earthquake cracks any place ,
My heart will crack too.
My heart thought the earth is like a cradle,
And its quake will sing a lullaby to my pain.
Oh earth, sing happily to your mistakes.
When you look at me, you don’t see my pain well .
To understand my looks, you can listen to the sparrows
They speak the same language.
Enriched uranium sleeps in my bed instead of your picture every night .
I kiss it.
Each city becomes a white crow’s nest of smoke.
My dream of a nuclear nightmare becomes very hot.
All options are on the table:
To draw the morning on your words.
To run alongside your absence.
To get a phrase similar to the hands and lips.
You still pour the silence into the glass
And I drink your shadow.
Translated by Sanaz Davood Zadeh Far