Just now

Children’s in Afghanistan. Photo by: Reuters

Just now I smelled your past

long-wave that brought me

between the corpses of the fathers, the cybernetic century

and the jammed traditions that were left in ruins.

Since then I have asked

but my question has hit

the boards of the repression era.

I have burned the old-fashioned dictates of

elegy of joy.

I sue mother tongue.

I gather fire through my hands

a poem, a verb, a sentence, rhythm

rebellious like a revolutionary girl

jostling

in the hunt for the true meaning of life

and I just breathed the breath of the homeland!