She sat in the balcony until midnight
Looking at the stretched horizon
Like a shawl on the shoulders of the earth
That is shivering from cold
She remembered the days of her green childhood
The days of her white innocence
Like a fragrant Jasmine
She used to play in the alley
Like all the girls of the district, happy
She used to skip the rope skillfully
Not a single step she missed
She grew up to a marriage age
Turned into a pretty girl
All the youth in the district yearned for her
Who would pluck this flower
From the branches?
The pretty girl married
Ad left the orchard
She gave birth to daughters and sons
Ad became a grandmother at the age of fifty
Tonight, she sat on the balcony
Remembering in the silence of a monk
A life passed
At the speed of a wink
In spite of her illness, she rose
Spirited, like a young girl full of love
She moved to each corner
She sat for a while in the hall
In the living room and in the study
Not a room she did not enter
Not a joke she did not laugh at
Not a memory, she did not kiss
When dawn approached shyly
To remove the dress of the drunk earth
She lay in the bed of illness
To have her eventual sleep!
(22/10/2005)
