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Wasted my whole life (V 2) Wasted my whole life (V 2)
by Amir Khatib
2021-08-23 07:22:34
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 I hate the clock and can't stand hearing its ticking.
 I disable it
 Or eviscerate her...
 With this I lost my life!
 I searched for it between my fingers,
 Under my nails soot of ink,
 in bookshelves,
 prevalent words and verbs,
 In the chaos of lines and colors,
 In my pockets full of keys,
 Under the pillow, another pillow,
 In the collective mirror lives I don't know,
 Perhaps hanging on the rail under my broadcloth,
 I fell on the shore,
 Or I forgot her on the grass,
 Perhaps the crows caught it digging up the field!

 Yes, it is a matter of time.
 But I look for him and I asked,
 They said:
 Like you, we waste our days and don't know where they're gone,
 may have been mixed up,
 People's days are quite alike.
 Only the kohl stuck to her eyelashes distinguishes her.
 A person's life revolves around his dreams.
 And if the dream is absent, one is absent and his days are absent!
 Stop wailing and complaining,
 We are waiting for someone to save us."

 Oh Willie!
 What if I really mixed up,
 Someone claimed it was his life?
 What if God asked me: Where is your life?
 How can he believe I lost it all?

 Seventy-seven years old when desires bloom,
 seventy-seven barren desert summers,
 Seventy-seven cold autumns leaning on my shoulders,
 seventy seven long winters,
 wild garden days,
 bored days at school,
 On the roofs the pigeons whistled and whistled,
 The days of agonizing waiting for a girl whose name I don't know,
 Prison days in the sixth castle,
 Painting days in the old towns, horse stables,
 The days of secret caresses and delinquent jerks,
 Totally lost gambling nights,
 long daydreams,
 my empty days in front of the window,
 In front of me are all in reflective glass!
 Is it possible for a person to see his life in front of him,
 Is it a successor?



The painting is Amir Khatib's creation.


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