HABIB TENGOURAfter such a long absence,
The heart no longer tells its exploits.
The night light blinked before going out over
our drifting heads.
The night fell blue in the garden.
BLIND soul has lost its loving heart;
it stumbles in sorrow. Its heart is pained.
It thrashes about like a cock its throat cut on the sidewalk.
It’s too pained to say it to everyone.
It is loving on its knees and naked!
In the twilight there are distinct voices of blood.
They are numerous — left behind — to bend the ear or take out a
knife to look for a dog in the clearing of fire.
With the summer all our friends have left.
Such memories...
At the instant of farewell your life turns transparent and so
it can look
at itself without grief.
STATE IININTH hour the stranger takes hold of my soul
making its way in winter and hunger pale
at a doorstop there you bend over in the night
to consult your life the one transcribed
the one where you shivered from loving so
before the closed door you counted the hours
you didn’t know how to discover your soul
nor to welcome sorrow in the abandoned heart
past the twelfth hour consults its memory
to grasp again the agony
to see once more the setting of a desire deceased
the morning surprised them foamy and rose
through the blue window the heart swollen with joy
and the lovely sleeping one the day the stranger
STRANGER scarred body blue soul
she o√ers herself tornado at the height of the summer
lightly the wave splashes in the face of the sky
blessed the hearts dilated in the light
hearts lost somewhere in the white house over