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- JUAN GARRIDO-SALGADO
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- Sonnet (writer’s week in Adelaide,
2006)
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- I am sitting in different shadows. Chairs
are the roots of trees,
- the white tents a nest of words and
creation.
- I am listening to the sound and face of
vowels.
- Names and authors are beings of the image
world.
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- Stories of lands, struggles, deaths,
- beauty and ugliness an equal part of the
journey.
- Foreign sounds are rare birds under
native trees.
- A kookaburra sings to the wind and the
heat of the evening.
- Yahia Al-Samawy reads his poem in Arabic:
- ‘Leave my country –
- The helmet of occupiers can never be a
pigeon’s nest’.
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- I am listening to the rhythm of hearts
next to a tree.
- I am listening to Robert Fisk’s
flesh, wounded lines,
- Baghdad and Gaza his home, ancient cities
- without rivers, only dried dreams of the
oppressors.
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