I knewWhile we were at the stationThat you were waiting for another man,I knewWhile I was carrying your luggageThat you would be traveling with another man,I knew that I wasNo more than a Chinese fanUsed to shield youFrom the heat of the summer.I also knewThat the love letters I wrote youWere nothing more than mirrorsTo reflect your pride.In spite of that,I will carry your luggageAnd the luggage of your loverBecause I cannotSlap a womanWho carries in her white handbagThe sweetest days of my life. Nizar Qabbani
Posted on: Sat, 24 May 2014 15:10:34 +0000
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