By Fadi Abu Deeb
After the bygone snowy February
No one saw our Ugaritic neighborhood.
The sun descended to the low white small quarter
And built for it a roof of flames
inlaid with crystal and the delicious dark shadows of the space.
The neighborhood is imprisoned and free,
As a kingdom of a travelling mist.
Between the snow and the flames
The white is mixed with apocalyptic white.
The vast welcoming darkness is blended with a miraculous light
And we are still calling out delightfully:
“Let the sleeping ones wake up.
It is snowing with the first rays of the sun!”
Written Originally in Arabic, from the book “The Heaven Puts her House in Order for the Last Time”, Algeria, 2018
