Lubanie

Yemen

Yamanat

Majid Mohammadi

I don’t know how childhood “Lubanism” developed.

From the depths of oblivion…

White chewy candies

It hung from the traveling salesman’s fingers

Like a thread of light

It falls on our lips

The first smile in the universe.

I was in front of the school

And I see the world folding

In this sweet room,

A piece that shines like a soul

Not yet touched

With the scratches of life.

And today,

After a life filled with shadows,

I recalled its taste to my mouth…

Phew-

As if she had never left me,

As if this whiteness

He still keeps my childhood

Rust.

Maybe because it was sweet

Like a fearless dream,

And delicate

Like the first step towards a light that never goes out,

And impeccable

Like a heart that hasn’t been tested yet

The death of words.

And maybe…

Because when a person gets a little older,

Looking into her mouth

With a taste that recalls its name,

It brings him back to this moment

When he thought

That the world

treat

Melts slowly in the heart.

Yemen