when you get angry

When you get angry, my country, don't withdraw

Because your anger stirs the sea

And the stars turn into meteors

You hang your laughter on the hanger

You leave your enemy's cunning silence..

And you approach

And you assassinate me in your absence with my questions

I search in the pockets of depression

For the keys to my pain

I would like to know.. How was the mirage

In absence?

If only for a moment I announced my withdrawal

And if in a dream that lasted in the heart, I announced my departure

Inside the distress, flowers bloom and give us reasons

That your dreams touch me, my country, before you withdraw?

That your pillow makes me cry at night and your tears prevent me from approaching?

To declare the sky an appointment for a star in the wilderness that has become abhorrent

I remember how I fled with my little foolishness

And I declared in it, O heart, the reasons

I remember how my words lost their elegance

In the face of torment

And my face took off its smile

And I jumped

I don't know for what sin I apologize and blame

And how in short sentences

I arrange the bags of lies

In front of a homeland that does not get tired

From arranging words

..at dawn comes

With the confidence of my abandonment I got used to going

The gate of depression

I sent a soldier from a mirage

The sea carried him to us when it was troubled

And we were ordered not to prolong the absence

Forgetting is a question for every answer

And error is the spirit of correctness

In times of difficulty

When you get angry, remember that you are facing the tyranny of the oppressed