What I want

I want to live beyond your scorn...
to be touched in those places only you can touch.

What I Want


I want

I want

I want a look that does not make fun of my lungs

I want a spring that has not matured

I want to share a Spring

I am the queen of my heart thanks love

I want when I wake up sleepers participant

I want a spring that does not want the summer

And a spring that takes me by surprise

To soothe my moods

I want the blood which is not without injury

And injuries not blinded by the blood

I want

I want

I want the darkness to reveal themselves to me

And a light that I do not discover

I want to exile a way that the return does not cross

I want a free Iliad Odyssey

I want poems that go beyond the shame of surprise

In consumption and other poems

That nestle in the shadow of words

I want a word that takes care of my silence

and peace which are equivalent excuse and pity

I want a question that does not take my answers

I want a father who does not forget me and a father that I forget

I want

I want

I want a race between freedom and sighs

I want to celebrate the kings who lost their crown

I want birds that do not jeopardize their wings

In the hermitage of the grain

I want a language that does not disturb the future

I want a polished stone in the silence of the well

I want to laugh at the roots of despotism branches

I want a howl that will shake up the wolves

I want high roofs to small towns

I want to thunder that does not deal kindly

In a flash of lightning and not rush into the clouds

I want

I want

I want to hold the ashes of a fire

I want a word that sounds collide

I want a long winding attracts dreams

I want all Arab women who hope to love

And men loyal to their man's name

I want

I want

I want the streets like ships and space

Where my soul can remember of my flesh

Abdul Rahman al-Touhmazi 1946 (Samarra, Iraq)

Photography by, Evgeniy Shaman