Who? - Anne Udui

Who are they to come to our isle
      to change the machas to their "so-called"
      style?

The Moon and Spring - Teresa Colom

we don’t write about death only about life

the dead do not write

A beautiful prayer - Joanne Gobure

I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away,
but for you to give it up.

The Gull - Michael Donhauser

She’s stuck on her legs, sticking to her legs, and ducked down is how she carries her head, tucked into her feathers, turns her beak, a kind of needle, towards the wind.

Luxembourg 1939 - Léopold Sédar Senghor

This Luxembourg morning, this Luxembourg autumn,
As I walk back and forth upon my youth,
No strollers, no fountains, no boats in the water,
No children, no flowers.

Shall I find my life‘s black story - Thomas Mann

Shall I find my life‘s black story
Turn to lustre in thy glory?

The one I saw again - Jean Portante

                    The one I saw again
two days ago kept sewing
the same wound up again:

I’m Scared! - Adamou Idé

I’m scared!
 Yes, I do not conceal it from you
 I say it: I’m scared!

Weaving - Cresantia Frances Koya-Vaka‘uta

                              Pacific               Women                 Weave

Weaving               woven                 patterns

                                     Pictures                in the                     loom of life

Mosaics                 of culture              and family

The Lusiad (extract from Book V: Madeira) - Luís Vas de Camões

Nam'd from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn'd,
From fair Madeira's purple coast we turn'd:

The Christ-child - St Gregory of Narek

The lips of the Christ-child are like to twin leaves;
They let roses fall when he smiles tenderly.

The fight is my spring - Vasco Cabral

The fight
It's mine
Spring

The Young Wife's Dream - Siamanto

Year after year, sitting alone at my window,
I gaze on thy path, my pilgrim heart-mate,
And by this writing I wish once more to sing
The tremors of my body and mind, left without a guardian.

I did not find Masood - Rua Salem

I did not find Masood
Or the shop.
Nor did I find my uncle.

The ghetto - Barnabé Laye

You are in the ghetto, my brother
You are in the ghetto.

The Mountain Wreath - Petar II Petrović-Njegoš

Montenegrins, do you see this wonder?
Fifty full years I've spun of my life's yarn.

A Nightingale in the Cage of My Breast - Farzaneh Khojandi

In this leafy orchard is a nightingale,
a nightingale whose songs are the dawn
and take me into the light,
to the mountains of legendary Farhad,

To be a girl - Raghda Gamal

You never thought that someday
You'll wish to know
What it's like to he a girl...

A Monkey at the Window - Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

I
The little boy, playing in bed
while his wounded mother cooks,
is throwing little words and circles
out of the window.

In Search of - Magtymguly Pyragy

My country is Etrek, my people are Goklen,
I am in search of love,
My soul is filled with turbulence,
I am in search of the Sufi leader to bless me with power.

Tiris - Ali Salem Iselmu

If you ever come
to a wide, white land
dotted with towering black statues