Galal El-Behairy: I have a date with tomorrow

Galal El-Behairyn uusi runo vankilasta. Hänen pidätyksestään on tänään 16.7.2019 kulunut 500 päivää.

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I have a date with tomorrow

I have a date with tomorrow
But, man, I am in prison
I would love to see you tomorrow
So will you visit me, if only in my dreams?
Tomorrow is not coming tomorrow
And my heart is oozing blood!
Between coffee and smoke
Between mattress and prison bars
Between jail and jailer
Between lucidity and disorientation
I wait…
The prison walls don’t know us
They don’t see the human in us!
They only know humans as prisoners
As numbers
Always standing in line
Living and dying in line
We’re the people who are born and die
O Freedom!
You most beautiful of women
You most difficult of women
I implore you, meet me on a date tomorrow
If only for a second…
Give me new steps
And a heart made of steel
That doesn’t grow tired
And people who love without fear
And a promise that’s new
A promise not heard before
Nights that pass, my brunette …
– you know –
In this prison
Nights are merciless.
My heart is eroded in the flood
My soul trembles and wilts.
Patience, it turns out, is not enough
Nor does it heal
Nor is it a virtue…
I am away
You and I are tired of being away
This dawn is not truthful
This night is not deceitful
O prison outside of me
O imprisoned sigh
O prison inside of me
Your walls are stubborn, without doors.
O friends and lovers
We wait…
Despite the ghastly sight
Despite the hidden moon
Your smell is a knife in the rib
Your taste, in my mind, is sugar sweet
Your love… a divine touch
I touch it with my soul, and I break.
From the ruins, an image emerges
Tender, smelling of ambergris
An image that can be
Very easily interpreted.
The years of prison and exile
In my heart, you know,
The letters of your name are hidden
Beneath red lipstick.
And man, I sit in my prison cell
The dream visits me, carrying another dream
Distress leaves
Making room for more distress
And I wait for tomorrow’s date
To come tomorrow, late!
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