Francesco sent me poetry by Fabiano Alborghetti from Italy.
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Then her son got lost, suddenly in the square
among the crowd there’s a new space where he stood:
and no one who knew, no one that had seen
a t-shirt with purple stripes, his red cap on his head.
What do you know of the fright I got she shouted right in his face
what do you know of a mother being crippled (more…)
I searched pretty much for contemporary Arab poetry. Not always the result has been pleasing. This time I found it at lest interesting.
At this website I found a lot of egyptian literature. I enjoyed this poem of a young poet.
Rana al-Tonsi
A Rose for the Last Days
Rana al-Tonsi
On one foot
like a humiliated beggar I limp
past all the swinging doors
and the flags that are taken down from their masts . . .
The sidewalk was never my friend
but it embraced me those times (more…)
poets I have seen performing in Bratislava (as I managed to note) some of the notes are only for the performance in Slovak or German (languages that I’m a bit rusty at)
