Author: Amir Pri-gal
Pink, look above
her past was mine, the spirits desire, like a heavy wood clock on the wall, a moonlight tied my soul to hers, a threshold on hold… I drank from her glass of water, saw her eyes tighten, giggling from my stupidity, … this rejected lotus among many… “It was dirty”, they told me, the northern river, where she was born. A second chance without her presence, a second life after I have been banished, her heartbeats was my beauty, looking at me, it was me, it was solid, and she was really happy. An Allegory about love? An untold story that had to be obtained as those hands on that clock? I just wonder why now.
20s Geological Trench
- I heard a boy (about 15) who knows how to categorize people in political correctness in a way which can imply incrimination.
He supported such speech by referring to the mass media.
People with rough social experience use such a language, but a boy who doesn’t even know what it is to pay taxes before he pays the first one dollar into fulfill his most precious dreams? - A neighbor of mine demanded a full refund from the business owner after the latter accused him of tearing the shoes he bought seven days before.
And he’s a repeat customer of his… With all the changes the owner has been through lately, I doubt he succeeded in selling one pair of shoes a day.
A Stretchr
To hold the body of the deceased that was placed by the holy-man… in Israel it is the job that led by the Rabbi, the Rabbi purified the body at the purified bath. The Rabbi also asks the attendees to repeat him and ask for forgiveness. Then, convoyed by the Rabbi, 4 men, or on a car, taking the body of the deceased on its last journey, to a body-sized hole in the ground. Yesterday I was one of those 4 men, and while holding on the left, I was surprised to see my brother on the right. The holy-man preys. “Brother”, I have called him. Tweets, sand winds. I’m looking into his eyes: “This is auntie”. The sister of our mom… So strange to feel so many memories in one word – auntie. Auntie was covered by 5 heavy cement boards with soil above.
H2O – A Mother’s Grief
Tears are made of sodium, potassium, chloride, bicarbonate, magnesium, and calcium which composite the Electrolytes. Lysozyme, lactoferrin, lipocalin, and IgA for Proteins. Lipids and mucins who come along. BUT what unique about them are the prolactin, adrenocorticotropic, and leucine enkephalin from 7 hours and 24 minutes ago which were the Hormones that made up my mom’s emotional tears when I heard her cry on my father’s shoulder after announcing that her sister had passed away.
The Millions Community
The enjoyment of the reporter who had the privilege to drink the triple-distilled 50-year-old whiskey /// in relation to The enjoyment of a farmer who gathers every night with her farming brothers with a tea pot which was cast in iron 50 years ago. Those two enjoyments do not annulling each other out, nor voiding …
And just after the deep sip of linguistic meanings, she said that we live in wonderful times. To millions of people.
… and I wonder, who is claiming such a statement?
This claim is false in the life of that one boy who reached adulthood. He described to me only a few days before about all the fears I didn’t even know. I think I have asked him about asking out someone he likes. I felt pure love at his age. No one forced me how to love. It just happened by itself like a geyser starting to emanate to the surface from the untouched earth…
all the fears that were presented to the general public in the media, with the exact definitions he was describing to me. All the eminent prohibitions of the wonderful times.
Presentations which are not appropriate for a boy in his stage.
Edom
“Buried I am”. Within her side bag I am holding, a bible is placed. At that moment I have decided to pick up every sound in the world to put into her life on her wedding day.
Continue reading “Edom”Layers of Intimacy
And in each one of her steps I have gained a pleasure of our own happiness, and sorrow since the beginning of summer, which me, again, as the source of her raging anger. Olive trees from the southern kingdom are carried on the wagon, called to be fixed around the pit, here in the city of Lod (اللد), the people carcasses pit, the betrayal pit.
Part of that World
“Open your mouth”
She bares her teeth
“Truly those are the same teeth, the rabbit teeth”
“And the smile, is the same smile”
Shaking my head in approval, again and again
“My shining moon, My sister”
She looks at me
“I missed you so much”
Sudden blow shocks my body
She hugs me
I’m standing still, my eyes are wide open
I would never have imagined…
…this was not meant to happen,
…and the stars haven’t spoken
about that someone who would do such a thing for me,
give up the thing that my life without it was on the edge of a bottomless pit
A pit without an end, without a beginning, a place without a love, a missing love who was owned by me
Eventually cuddling her, closing my eyes
Protecting her from the cold of the night
The furry creature.
Lightning Noise
April 1, 2011, 11:34am
Lightning noise
They are close
The night blankets my soul
Look!, Myself.
The heavens are torn into strips
Horizon from still.
And the moon …
Her memory
Leads me to you
To Germany
Angels are filling the earth