شعر ومونتاج فني©إيزابيل روس لوبيذ
نجمة البحر، هي قصيدة استُلهمت من الأحداث الأخيرة والمستمرة في فلسطين. أهديها إلى صديقتي الفلسطينية العزيزة ريم كيلاني الفنانة والمغنية الرائعة. ترّكز الأبيات على حقّ عودة الفلسطينيين غير المشروطة إلى ديارهم.
أمّا المونتاج الفني للصورة المعنونة ”أغنية للسلام“ فمستلهمٌ من رعب اغتصاب العراق منذ عام ٢٠٠٣ حتى أجلٍ غير مسمّى. وفيه رموز الرعب واليأس والأمل، والهجرة والتاريخ، والإبداع والمحبة. أهديه إلى صديقتي العراقية.
Poetry and Photo Montage © Isabel Ros López
The poem ‘Starfish’ was inspired by recent and ongoing events in Palestine and is dedicated to a dear friend from Palestine, who is also an artist and magnificent singer, Reem Kelani. I hope it speaks for itself and it focuses on the inalienable right of return.
The montage is called ‘Song for Peace’ and it was inspired by the horror of the 2003 (and counting) invasion of Iraq. It includes symbols of horror, despair, hope, pilgrimage, history, creativity and love. I dedicate this to my Iraqi friend: M.
Dedicated to Palestinian artist Reem Kelani
and all Palestinian refugees
Starfish
P for peace beheaded
A for avoided embraces
L for legends turned into history
E for echoes of thunder stunning dinners
S for swarthy aflicted faces
T for tender hands drawing hope
I for intense dreams devoured by desires
N for nevers longed for as forevers
E for enkindled trails for the landless
I know you well, sister
and the fools
weavers of your shattered history
Lied about, torn to pieces
conveniently patched up
to fit the deceiving festoons
in this new map tablecloth that would like to
erase you from life as country
Why is it that there are still those who believe
that survival gives them the right
to wrench the lives of others and rob them
of crops, beds, walls and roof
why is it that there are still those who believe
that the suffering of others is not theirs
it is these poisonous ways that I intuit
of breeding new hatreds by whichever means
However it is, however
your offspring defend their rights
batting back cans of tear gas
stones cast by the oldest of weapons
sending through the air flagged kites
charged with fire towards the land thieves
‘to ignite with what little I have left
you’ll tell me who’s going to fix everything later
to ignite with a ‘yes I can’ the giant lack of power
‘Fell me a tree, I plant another, shoot me and I will die
with a curse sealed into my last breath
‘Kill me and you will see how I multiply
I learned it from a starfish
This is my land and you will not throw me out
I do not have another, I do not want another
Know that we will return, it is our universal right.’
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