Gedicht

De ontmoeting

We had to meet at the end of December.

In persuit of our own lives.

Onattainabled dreams.

Below your foggy sky.

I knew that.

 

Zelfs als toen je welkomsts schoten me angst aanjaagden

En jou straten me in de war brachten…

Wandelen met jouw ontspande me altijd.

 

La tua freddezza era freschezza per il mio viso.

La luce della tua luna, ha sostituito la mia mancanza per le stelle. E infine hai retto la mia supernova.

 

Tes saches de bonbons sont encore mon enfance.

Et leur sucre restera aussi entre les mains de mes enfants.

 

لانك ستضلين البيت

الحنين

الامان

و المستقبل

 

Where every foreigner is a patriot.

Where one person reflects more than one nationality.

And where we will meet.

Under your rare sunny sky.

I know that.

 

Khadija Ibourk El Idrissi