(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