Poem I liked from Kim Jensen from her novel; The women I left behind
A tour of the ruins,
The color of everything is the color of mourning.
A tour of the house of al-Andalus,
The forgotten path to the gardens.
In the dream of defeat,
delicate creations are thrown to the sea.
Was it me who left last night
or did you leave me?
Or was it the stranger within each of us
Slowly taking leave, step by step, before the final farewell?
(Novela sobre la relacion intercultural entre un palestino y una americana, interesante.)
