إبراهيم كوجان يرثي عبدالعظيم عبدالحي .. الذي غاب : ( تحدّث إليّ )

talk to me
as the smell of the coffee will never be the same again
the strolling in the streets
the loud laughter
the innocent jokes
the colours, the paints
all will never come back again

remember the morning light
when we are to gather
your morning song
( dont dream of a new world, as after any dictator dies a new one resurrects
useless dreams
useless sorrow
useless tears)
as if you are telling us something we dont know, only you

dont dream of making a new watch
dont dream of making faint colours and laugh at them
just talk tome
and talk to the sea birds
clutching the shores sands, with thier tiny wings
emitating you
wedding you to the skin of the sky
giving you the colours of the butter fly
try to sing like you
try to cover your smile by a punsh of water, that never die

talk to me, talk to the moon
to the stars coalescing in your smile
and a way they shye
talk to them
to the canvas
to the watches ticking your life a way

talk to me
talk to them
talk to us all
becuase we will never stop talking to you
from us all