Adonis Diaries

We’re  letting go of nothing, “Mamfakinch”

The revolution, this evolving dream

In the midst of the this zone of turbulence

Borders deserted, reconquered,

Vast waiting zones to huddled masses for exit and egress

Running away from their dangerous shadows

Prisons stormed, police stations in flame..

As the dance of Spring advances

Love is in the air

Life continues, fear is shed off

We are breathing new emotions of connectedness

Citizens are learning instinctively to get engaged

Taking initiatives, everyone is expert in something,

Hope shines in the eyes

hand in hand, united in coming dreams

Dreams coming true, smiling of real

Dreams of liberty, regained dignity…

Birds of gloom and disaster miles away

Can’t let go of anything

The masses reclaimed Tahrir Square

Reconquering what is their dues in human rights

Weeks of ardent patience and steadfastness, of authentic poems

Will not be swept away by the abrasive first sand wind

The splendid city of light is recaptured

Time for hating, time for war

Love forever

To reconstruct a better world

For every one of goodwill and good faith in others

We claim the liberty of conscience, our guiding rod…

The pen is all mine.

It delineate the Red Lines not to trespass

It satisfies my conscience

It does not submit to authority figures…

Our revolution is not the making of a moment of craziness

And we are not leaving the Square

Sorry citizens, we have been a bit late to react

But we are here to stay

We’re  letting go of nothing, “Mamfakinch“

Free at last, free at last…

Note: Inspired from a poem by the Tunisian Mahmoud Chalbi, extracted from the French book “Arab Springs, the breath and the words” (Riveneuve Continents)