13 june 2017, spain
good sunrise! hola green tea! hola orange trees!
the teapot of my dreams falls, shatters and scatters
all over i stand in the court of oranges
surrounded by highly humble walls
the fountain in the middle of the court
hums a melody dedicated to the thirsty bees
and the cypresses deftly dust the sun
and nudge the fatty floating clouds
and wave to the visitors, saying: hola!- adios!
a manmade paradise inside the mosque-cathedral
hugs me and takes me back to the past
each tile reflecting hate and love
and each ornament mirrors violence and submission,
reconciliation and the ferocity of human history
nonetheless the expression of two cultures inspiringly overlaps
the intensity of my observations does not cease
i come to conceive the poetic and mystical
clashes of two astonishing civilizations
i leave all of my belongings behind me;
instead i stuff into my suitcase
altars, bricks, marbles, cypresses
and half of cordoba’s sun
it is as light as the wings of a mosquito.
home sweet home!
as i open my suitcase,
all my butterfly-like dreams
fly away to all directions and are
dissolved into the vacuum
gracias cordoba! hasta la vista!