http://abdolrezaei.com Thu, 03 Jan 2008 19:31:26 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en http://abdolrezaei.com/turkish-translation/ Meine Träume umarmen dich nicht mehr Du bist gegangen und in deiner Abwesenheit viele Verliebte, Einsame und zuletzt nur Sekunden Gäste in diesem Raum waren So viele Freunde, so viele Hände… Wie kommt es, dass ich mich nicht wieder verliebe? Nun verweile in Gestern! Keine Hand wird auf dein Gesicht Freude malen Das Meer verschluckte sogar die Geduld, ... http://abdolrezaei.com/gratulation/ Was willst du? Den, der in mir pocht? Den Mann, der das Meer in seiner Tasche steckt und selbst Feuer faengt? Das Meer ist unvollendet Weine du den Rest… Noch verreise ich Bandare- Abbas der Augen, von denen  ich träumte Das Bett, das deine Erinnerung in seiner Decke ruht, bin ich selbst Ich habe Gott im Himmel ... http://abdolrezaei.com/bandare-abbas/ The hyper reality of the “Sausage”  - By: Mansor Pooyan     Let’s read the poem first before any analyses:  Sausage  Her hands that were in the photograph              I held with both hands  When she got up she didn’t say thank you  May I walk with you?     Didn’t say no  I hold her handswe walk a picture    The ... http://abdolrezaei.com/the-hyper-reality-of-the-%e2%80%9csausage%e2%80%9d-2/ Ali Abdolrezaei was born in northern Iran in 1969. Aside from being a poet, he is also trained as a mechanical engineer. In 2003 he had to flee Iran due to the serious scrutiny and censorship of his work. He has lived in London ever since. He has published 10 ... http://abdolrezaei.com/ali-abdolrezaei-2/ aç?yor penceremi - günayd?n ! ve elmalar koyuyor masam?n üzerine sararan yapraklar?n? istemeyen bir dal nedir bu çöküntü böyle daha ne kadar kalabilirsin bu kuytuda, haydi! durmu? balkonda gençliklerimi izliyorum ?imdi senin büyümü?lü?ünün k?y?s?ndan geçiyor ve günlerin y?k?nt?lar? üzerinde balkonda duruyorlar bamba?ka bir yerde sona erinceye kadar bazen bak???m?n ninnisiyle sallan?yor elma dallar aras?nda bazen büyükanne bir ihtiyar delikanl?y? dü?ünüyor bazen sar? ... http://abdolrezaei.com/buyukanne/ April puts blossoms on branches, my mother said. My father said, a passing man footprints in snow. February* stormed to the streets when I wasn’t there to sing. These dreams don’t fool me, I speak. I strike so that I’m not stricken, you with me? This horse needs a giving Not a heavy hand, let me be! For ... http://abdolrezaei.com/applaud/ Permission to speak, Sir!* If the bull slipped** If the rooftop dropped Would we always die under all the steel beams? Teacher stirred his face Peeled his hands from the pit of his pockets And the sky sat on whatever grade it was. Crushed desks! The lessons that fell out of the children’s hands!! And the walls, what they ... http://abdolrezaei.com/shake/ I walk out of old picture frames step into the street return to the other side of muddy walls to empty myself of boredom of seeing the old man who is standing in the shade he walks out of old picture frames and escapes into himself so that the face that has survived in a letter ... http://abdolrezaei.com/escape/ Neither am I in the corner of the store which was full of old shoes nor the corner of the world which is the store of the dead I'm here ah mirror, watch me for a while! Should I die what matters if the sun shines or there is no kerosene, your mistake happened always in that highway which said return! Translation: ... http://abdolrezaei.com/highway/