She is not a queen.
Hungry, early in the morning she goes for firewood . . .
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She is not a queen.
"Madres are pure and perfect. In Mexico."
are turning weird: because they found
just the arm . . .
There is a place in the Universe
where the memory of time
They warned her that one more offense against good behavior and the promised trip to the promised land (the United States) would be cancelled . . .
Where do you go, "Marías," where do you go?
When I first came to the city, I watched the people fall in love.
She undid the dirty belt from her waist so that he could look upon the body that was like a piece of smooth white cheese.
Did we lose you in a game of dice? . . .
He stood on the side watching everyone play . . .
"This way over there, you stupid savage."
One day I will pass by
the house that used to be my home . . .
Too much love
no love at all
Just hold my hands tightly. I won't force you to kiss me or do anything.
My mother knew he was walking after her. Almost certainly she knew. Do you want me to tell you why?
We are no longer poets; we have become witnesses of history.
We're the ones who overturned the riot police trucks.
How could anyone separate love from lust, any more than one could separate the flavor of chocolate out of chocolate ice cream?
Outside your window, Cairo's nooks and crannies are lonely and forsaken, like a deserted crime scene.
The parakeet is cocaine, the rooster is the marijuana and the nanny goat is an AK-47 assault rifle.
A cloud is her dress . . .
The entire city began to wash itself ceaselessly . . .
"Forget the admirer, Saniya. This guy will not take care of you."
In Mexico, people will pay up to $70,000 dollars for a license to hunt and kill a bighorn sheep. Killing a man is much cheaper . . .
When Abu Gamal revealed Shaykh Hasan's secret to the residents of Number 36 . . .
"I know all the tricks the likes of you
will use to get your hands on a girl."
"If you happen to be behind bars, you should keep talking . . . "
and I will not go to the party.
What does a man need to live? A bit of bread is enough.
My perfect friend,
why don't you leave now.
I even started to dream of returning to my village with a car and a lot of money.
You're young and I don't want my feelings to get hurt!
We weren’t just regular mediums, either—we were frauds.
"She wants you out of her life. We'll look after the baby . . . "
A man knelt alone on the edge of a cliff, staring down at the pool of a waterfall far below. A woman had sunk in its depths.
I think she had been his friend
Can I get across—Walk across?
In the end, her beauty terrifies them.
“The sound of the pins. Listen when they’re bouncing around.”
"But remember, no matter how upset you feel, you mustn't lose your composure."
I did not know that the earth
Is an unruly cradle
A Russian woman is prepared to suffer . . . But we're terrible dreamers . . .
I kiss your forehead.
If we didn’t know love we would have withered and there would be plenty of room for everyone in the bus . . .
You can’t in fairness say it is ugly, but something like that just doesn’t get called beautiful.
“We believe that we live on the best land in the world. That’s the beauty, that no one wants it except for us . . . "
We made it into the country despite all the red tape and legal hurdles. If you believe in something strongly enough, it will come true . . .
Everyone who has never been to Russia is well aware of the fact . . .
"…the artistes, they can not to take part in big lyings."
I followed the crazy old woman. It was my own dear grandmother.
By the time Yurka went into middle school, the disgrace had definitely come untucked, like a dirty shirt.
And I wanted to play her so badly . . . I was just itching to play her . . . I had my stare ready . . .
"Think that's funny?" said Grandfather. "Think I've gone all weak? . . ."
I am a paving block and slipperiness.
It is therefore useless to say here: “I’m gay and I have rights.”
Someone rushes to a house that's been moved away.
I've always received
kingly presents. I got
and rusted teapots,
patched up bedsheets
and unstitched shirts,
“Why do the police not help us? Where do citizens turn when they have been deceived as we have? Does money really decide everything nowadays?”
—What happens in your shop
Why do you spend all night and day in there
My father left us for a fat woman.
The city is food.
I was fifteen back then and always hungry.
“So you’re suddenly so sensitive ever since you became gay?”
This child has all the signs he'll have a promising future as a refugee. We should enroll him in French classes!
We have no choice but to obey.
He carries his despair everywhere,
just as he carries his birth certificate
diary, napkin, lighter and pen.
I have a feeling that it is a mistake to go to the party at Mr. M.'s, especially under the circumstances.
Write why you drew that cartoon and why you chose a Turkish word.
One wrong move and somebody was bound to shout, “Watch yourself! You’re in Iran now."
I am your friend. I like you, whoever you are. I have written in your language so that you will know I’m not dead.
I tell him I want a red ribbon. I hear my voice rippling in the air.
“Wouldn’t it be better if we went back? Something doesn’t feel right.”
And so we repeat the round
of night and day
in this way
now . . .
Any way you look at it, it’s this town that taught me to be ruthless.
What brings people together isn’t language. If anything, when times are hard, shared language can deepen divisions.
“Would I take a bullet for this man?”
I think my heart has never been
like thisso warm and red.
I sensed him billow all around me,
radiating towards infinity
I was determined; one day I’d marry a book.
Give the cookie to someone you don’t like.
When Grandmother came home at sunset,
if her business had been good, I would be so disappointed.
Before my wife turned vegetarian, I’d always thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way.
I’m not sure how it occurred to my mother, who ran a dumpling store, to make me learn piano.
“What’s wrong with this kid?”
It wasn’t a real question.
“My father passed away. Or at least, that’s what I was told.”
Don’t worry. We’re not bad people. No one’s infected, and we don’t eat kid liver.
“I thought you weren’t afraid of spiders anymore.”
We stood on our tiptoes and fumbled around the top shelf for a taste of those red, red things. . . .
My only real fear might have been expulsion. But you know that never happens at our school. We don’t have anywhere to go.
I think I'll go pay a visit to Hell.
You're a born stranger. You'll feel out of place in every country.
I had never paid so much attention to the act of eating.
the poem is riding a bicycle;
trembling and in haste.
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