Hicham, a pharmacist, in the moorish house courtyard

Nadija Rebronja

Translated by Ivana Maksić

 

 

Hicham, a pharmacist, in the moorish house courtyard

 

In some other city

which is also called Granada

my name is not Hicham

and I died in the time of Franco

watching Lorca being shot

 

Holding hand of Ar-rukania, a poet

who took me to death

and told me that the key of life

is the rhymes on the wall of Alhambra

 

In this city

which is also called Granada

my name is Hicham

I'm sitting in the courtyard reading

the book of verses on the walls of Alhambra

I'm not afraid of the walls

and I throw away the key of life

since the shape of time is a circle

and I'm always in Granada

and it doesn't matter what my name is .

 

 

 

poet from Serbia