My Red Oud

In my tuning

In my playing

Search for me

For dreams that wandered away from me

For shoes in the color of pink

Not Cinderella’s silver shoe

For the days when my father carried me on his shoulders

Giving me mirrors

Or telling enchanting stories

Of a rebellious whale

Or a wandering mermaid

Of the stork bird

And the singing of the swallow

Of a polar house at the ends of the earth that courts me

And a squirrel racing through the surroundings

I opened the pouch of memory to emptiness

In that melody

I crossed lands and lands

And entered the palaces of princes

I wandered with my books, my stories, my colors, my tenderness

And my brown cap

With my red oud I played in the streets

I did not care for a breeze of wind that drops my hair from above

I am a harp of melody

A bottle of love

A passerby through the realms.