” اللي في البيضه أوعر من اللي فقس “، مثل شعبي مغربي قرأته في صفحة الأستاذ الهادي حقيق، على الفيسبوك، في المدة الماضية، وألتصق بذاكرتي كانجذاب برادة حديد لقوة مغناطيس، لشدة دلالاته، التي يسلطها على ما يحدث في واقعنا، على المستويين القطري الليبي، والقومي العربي. الحقيقة، أن علاقتي بالفيسبوك تتسم بكثير من التذبذب، بمعنى أنني لا أحرص كثيراً على ما متابعة ما يجري فيها، أولاً: لانشغالاتي اليومية الكثيرة التي لا تترك لي إلا هامشاً صغيراً من الوقت، أفضل قضائه فيما أحب. وثانياً: أن الكثير مما ينشر على صفحات الفيسبوك ليس مثيراً كثيراً لاهتمامي. وبالطبع، كما في كل شيء، هناك استثناءات […]
Bukleb
A Question
By: Giuma Bukleb Roads tearing earth's body East and West North and South. Long, short, twisted, plane, extremely steep, Ascending, wide, foggy, tarmacked, sandy, muddy, Flat, bending. Roads that fool you and others you fool. Roads you love And roads you hate. Roads you dream of and others nightmarish. Beautiful roads lined with greenery and trees, and others Regenerate tedium and boredom. Dangerous roads and others Relaxing. Roads that know no meaning to comfort and others don't Know the meaning of congestion. Roads… Roads… Why Do all roads Lead Only Into exile?!
Labyrinth
By: Giuma Bukleb The room’s window is open on the day. The day is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash. In the room is a double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash. Opposite the double bed, that is close to the window that is open on the day light that is open on a sky like a wilderness of ash, is a small wooden desk with a computer on top. Beside the small wooden desk with a computer […]
On a hot day at Kingston -Upon-Thames
Poem by: Giuma Bukleb If that part of the river Thames, below “Kingston Bridge”, where the trees are willingly anchored, on both banks, Had eyes It might have glanced, on that hour of the evening, the alertness of my anxiety, It might have noticed, at the same moment, how the desire of the poem, setting its traps in my blood for the seagulls’ flutter, And pigeons’ revelation! If that part of the river Thames, where “Kingston Town” is floating like a paper boat, had eyes It might have sighted, with astonishment, how my body beats with the fever of the […]
Leave (By: Giuma Bukleb)
By: Giuma Bukleb* Leave So that the warmth of the morning sun can wander In our fig and olive trees and in this country that Knew peace before you occupied it To savor, without fear, the taste of bread and oil And restore, with hope, what you crushed of our dreams Leave So that our fear can rest for a moment And our grass sleeps, for one night, without nightmares And our palm trees extend its fronds’ shade without dread And our skies breathe peacefully And our sea wakes up from its nap to watch us standing, without you, […]