By Fadi Abu Deeb

Crawling along the banks of the ethereal stream

Bored, and scared that the world has just died

Nothing is new under the sun!

…

After a thousand years he heard her mewing voice

Inviting him to her yellowish scarlet-lighted veranda

Her wrinkled face smiled

Told him about the Cottonwood’s white fluffs\

And the old sea that hid in the midst of the city\

 …and beneath balconies

He was numb by his enchanted gasp

Her stretched hand joyfully trembled

Thus said she before entering into her delicate kitchen

“The sea is this way into the other room!”

Crawling on the banks of the ethereal stream

Bored, and scared that the world has just died

Nothing is new under the sun!

…

After a thousand years he heard her mewing voice

Inviting him to her yellowish scarlet-lit veranda

Her wrinkled face smiled

She told him about the Cottonwood’s white fluffs\

And the old sea that hid in the midst of the city\

 …and beneath balconies

He was numb by his enchanted gasp

Her stretched hand trembled joyfully

Thus said she before entering into her delicate kitchen

“The sea is this way, into the other room!”