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lunes, 14 de mayo de 2012

6978.- MONCEF MEZGHANI


Moncef Mezghani nació en 1954 en Sfax (Túnez). Recibió el Premio Literario de la ciudad de Sfax (Túnez) en 1991, la Medalla Nacional de Mérito Cultural de Túnez en 1992 y el premio de Teatro en el Festival de Néapolis para niños en Túnez 1993. Es director de la Casa de la Poesía en Túnez




COMIENZO DE CONVERSACIÓN

La mujer me llamó
"¿Tú debes ser el Mezghanni?"
Yo ni siquiera me inmuté...
Pero insistió: "¿Que no eres el Moncef?"
Y lo respondió... que era yo...
algunas veces
Dijo:
"De verdad"
Y le conteste, efectivamente,
estaba irritado.
Exclamó:
"¿Así pues eres tú el que escribe poemas?"
Y yo digo:
"Y como sabías
que,
precisamente ahora, no puedo dejarlos madurar?"

Traducción: Teresa Zegarro





Poem by Moncef Mezghani
Translated from Arabic by : Walid Soliman
The goose words


-1-

The poet ’s mother said :
“My son …
God kills poverty  .
I haven ’t got banknotes
To buy ink
And your father
Have left only a goose quill . ”



-2-

With the quill the poet started to write the dearest poetry
And the mother recorded this boiling with the ink of popular memory
Till the day it echoed in the ears of the palace
And the governor issued this order :
“we decided :
to execute poverty
and we decided :
to offer the poet golden pens,
silver inkstands ,
pink notebooks,
and finally a ream of banknotes ”



-3-

The poet became a member in the body of the palace ; his honouring ceremony was held
After the printing of the collection of his poems
The respectable critics endlessly pushed their spectacles and praised his prophetic vision
Till
A woman stood up at the end of the room
So that all the ears gathered upon her lips ,
And the silence listened
To
The breath of the ceremony participants and it was only interrupted by
The whispering of the poet in the ear of the master of ceremonies :
“would you please move the microphone closer to her lips …
“I know this woman /I  known this woman
” (I recognize the woman’s face from her eyes)
for a long time, but the forgetting is a mute delirium ”
The woman ,standing in front of the microphone , with bare lips from joy screamed :



-4-

“I am the poet ’s mother …
and the poet died ground between the teeth of power
what a  slip
A  curse on prostitution.
With the goose quill
he used to write golden poems
But with the golden pen
He
On
Wrote
The Goose words ” .

Tunis 1989

Nicene  Kossentini (Artist) and Moncef Mezghani (Poet) representing Tunisia in the Art For Humanity “Dialogue Among Civilizations” Print Portfolio 2010.