Asteroid

Muhammad Abu Aziz

 Traslated by/Delia Husseini

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On the map

I search for a home worthy of beauty…

I found none…!!Until the echo

Pointed with its finger

Then the veins in the face of my room wrinkled

I turned around..

And held onto the thread of its skin

Moistened by the mist of prose

I remember I waited awhile…

My hands play

I begin to sing…

And repeat…

In the voice of a child who came from an asteroid

I sing…

I repeat…

From the map

The poem is…my mother

The poem is…my mother .