Kristi Stassinopoulou

Jaffa
Kristi Stassinopoulou - Taxidoscopio

(from the album taxidoscopio)

Tel Aviv, September 1998

Glimmers of peace in the most bloodstained corner of the world …

Saturday evening. I gaze at the Mediterranean and the vast beach in front of the coastal highway of Tel Aviv. To the left I can make out Jaffa in the distance. Groups of friends and families have spread carpets and rugs on the sand and are enjoying the sunset, drinking coffee or tea and smoking hookahs. The children are running back and forth, while the women raise their heavy dresses and cool the tips of their feet in the foam of the waves.

 

Look at the purple sun

diving in the sea

And Jaffa luminous

a palm tree bending

to wash itself in the Mediterranean

Foamy waves

rugs spread

on the infinite beach

Hookahs, yashmaks, the women adorned

The sensual East wets her feet in the surf

 

Birds fly in the sky

clouds in the background

And Jaffa luminous

awaits the night

strolling along the beach

Darkness falls

humidity’s caress

moon in the east

Angry, aching, persecuted, killed

A moon painted red is rising from the east

 

The humidity is heavy

heavy is the history

A carved slice of land

waiting for something

with sacrifices, with threats

A country fraught

demarcated

by refugee conquerors

Angry, aching, persecuted, killed

 

A moon painted red is rising from the east

 

Translated in English by Alexandra Alexandri