While she was thinking of leaving
While she was thinking of leaving,
All the ice cubes melted in the bar's glasses.
I wrote on my hand so I don't forget:
"The city is a large waiting room..."
I made my suitcase a wheelchair
And I placed my future under house arrest...
"She loves to travel," she once said to me.
I have been feeling in exile ever since.
Translated by: Malak Halabi