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| Wafa Neji ,Born in kef, 20 years old Tunisian student, majoring in English studies in Tunis. |
We needed to escape long ago and now here is our chance to leave
and resurrect one another. We will be gone for so long and we won’t miss the
dog. Let’s head north. It is never enough or too late to catch panoramas of
auroras. We will drive in circles, and every time we will ask the same people
the same questions about the same destinations. We will apologize when we see
them in Heaven. This new single road before us will bring back memories. It is
too late now, because we’re already on our way to the world. The same world we
used to see in black and white but now it is ours to handle and we need no map.
This road could be our last so we will stop for strangers, become friends and
make love to them. At their stop, we will let them take our stories and we will
have their names in return. We will be out there on the road with cool strangers’
names. We will be gone. We will spread our hands for Queen and the birds above.
We will chase after fantasies that once seemed too reckless and immature to
even think of. We will live our fantasies before we leave this world, here and
now. We will wish death to grandmas, demonstrate against wars at gas stations
and teach kids how to curse; they will need it someday because our
demonstrations will fail.
We will be loud and careless.
We will confess our
sins to the hot nights that will host our bodies away from rush and mischief.
On those nights, we will rename every star over a flower and give back the
Universe its right to shine without us humans. We will throw people’s secrets
and cancer out of the windows. They will be lost forever. They took the burden
and now we have all the relief in the world. Lights of weird fluorescent
origins will take us there, to everyone’s refugee. Let’s go away and make up
for all the sad break ups we had. Let’s wake up in the middle of nowhere, it
could be raining but we could care less; it is the rain we miss.
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| Wafa Meditating |
We will ask
for autographs from the homeless. We will honor the unfortunate and spit
everywhere. We will indulge in infinite rupture that people will take for
cocaine. We will step vexedly over the artistically furnished gardens of big
buildings.
The beauty these people see in such places never interested us.
These people who prefer to spend their lives getting around paying for the
luxury rather than spend a second to check if those flowers were real or made
of plastic. We will be gone for only God knows how long. Our friends will come
knocking on our doors. They will wait for so long. They will anticipate our
shadows to appear on those stairs but we were gone.
We will dry our pens on the
back of Stop signs. We will tell stories of dragons and heroes, malice and pure
lands. Only then stopping will mean something, in such world. We will drive to
shore tips and witness the tragic ending of a wave. We will sit there and weep
until our tears bury those relics of souvenirs. We will weep until someone’s
token is safe and sound deep in the sand. We will stop across rail ways, cause
commotions and make trains stop in the middle of nowhere.
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Now those passengers
with hungry looking eyes will finally enjoy the trip they paid for. We will be
pride-free; we will drown in guilt and summon the angels to bless our journey.
Our remorse will trail you to us. To mankind’s sweetest salvation. But we were
gone. We will pray. We will worship the breeze that will sweep across our
unlocked dreads. We will spread our hands for the souls and the starry roof
above. We will shine as we pray hard. We will escape the lunatic and
self-destructive breed of humans.
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