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Marcia

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I puffed the table top glass to clear it from my night’s remaining pieces
of bread.

I didn’t want a piece of night to remain on the glass surface of
my little table for my today.

I inhaled fresh air into my chest to let the stale air out of my body.

I opened the window of the Hotel Blue room in the middle of the sea

To hear Marcia who was sitting on the back of Gustav.

She was grasping the air between her black hair to get quicker

To the door of the hotel whose air I was breathing from the top of its

Window. Today I wanted to make love to Marcia as her scent had filled

My entire night’s dream. I missed her big brown nipples very much.

I wanted to cover her from the top of her head down to her toe tip with

My tongue to maybe forget this desire in her absence. Above me, seagulls

Caught pieces of bread I threw at them to taste its good smell and flavour

On the roof top of the Hotel Blue. From nearby I saw Marcia who had

Undressed and her large breasts were splitting the air for the scent of

Desire to fill everywhere. From a distance, the air around her tall body

Filled my desire to embrace her. I took the pale brown bed-cover off the bed,

Held it over my head to throw out the window so that if Gustav

Has no flying wings, it would become his wings that take me to Marcia.

The high and low tides of the sea were changing the hotel’s height and

My distance from meeting Marcia was changing the same way. Northern

Clouds strayed from their path to let the rain fall as Marcia reached the window,

They wanted to watch our kiss under the rain. I pounded my fist

Into the duck feather pillows to air them out, as I wanted Marcia to be

Comfortable and have not one bit of anxiety penetrate her hair.

Today I want to be with her and I do not let pieces of whimsical sense

Shake my body. Today I will surely make love to Marcia.

Hadi Khojinian
Translated by: Azadeh Azad

I puffed the table top glass to clear it from my night’s remaining pieces
of bread.

I didn’t want a piece of night to remain on the glass surface of
my little table for my today.

I inhaled fresh air into my chest to let the stale air out of my body.

I opened the window of the Hotel Blue room in the middle of the sea

To hear Marcia who was sitting on the back of Gustav.

She was grasping the air between her black hair to get quicker

To the door of the hotel whose air I was breathing from the top of its

Window. Today I wanted to make love to Marcia as her scent had filled

My entire night’s dream. I missed her big brown nipples very much.

I wanted to cover her from the top of her head down to her toe tip with

My tongue to maybe forget this desire in her absence. Above me, seagulls

Caught pieces of bread I threw at them to taste its good smell and flavour

On the roof top of the Hotel Blue. From nearby I saw Marcia who had

Undressed and her large breasts were splitting the air for the scent of

Desire to fill everywhere. From a distance, the air around her tall body

Filled my desire to embrace her. I took the pale brown bed-cover off the bed,

Held it over my head to throw out the window so that if Gustav

Has no flying wings, it would become his wings that take me to Marcia.

The high and low tides of the sea were changing the hotel’s height and

My distance from meeting Marcia was changing the same way. Northern

Clouds strayed from their path to let the rain fall as Marcia reached the window,

They wanted to watch our kiss under the rain. I pounded my fist

Into the duck feather pillows to air them out, as I wanted Marcia to be

Comfortable and have not one bit of anxiety penetrate her hair.

Today I want to be with her and I do not let pieces of whimsical sense

Shake my body. Today I will surely make love to Marcia.

Hadi Khojinian
Translated by: Azadeh Azad

Maggie Brighton on the Island

 

 
I really don’t know why Maggie Beighton came into my life again. Against my willing, tenderly and smoothly she came out of her linen shop in Heraakson street, wearing a short skirt, carelessly showing off her thighs and legs. I was looking at her stoically. And then she noticed me with books in my hands. “Hey, don’t you remember me?”, she said smilingly.
       I looked at her and smiled “I am sorry, my mind was somewhere else.”
      She was wearing a black bra that was sticking out of her masculine-style shirt. I had such an intense desire to make love but not with her. You may not believe me, but I was shocked to see her again after all these years. Still, I tried to look indifferent. She was my teacher long ago, and the jacket that she bought me, I still had it in the wardrobe. Please do not ask me to tell more about her.
     We went to Carroline coffee shop. Carroline’s shop has been open for some months now, and she is an adoring Irish friend of mine. Maggie was sitting in front of me. We talked about the weather, bookstore and many other things, but we didn’t talk about the last time we made love in 2006. Actually there was no point to bring the issue up. I looked at the blue pillow with pink patterns. I was still in love with blue. It was such a soft and nice pillow. She took it out of the plastic cover and put it in my hand to smell it…the smell of Finnish ducks. She could still remember that I really love the smell of North ducks feathers.
     She was back from Ireland and wanted to work as a teacher again on the island for some months. When I say some months, you can imagine she may stay for some years.
      I told her about Margaritta,Marcia, the kitten and my bird. I could see in her blue eyes that she was jealous. I drank my coffee in calmness and I pointed out the coldness of the snowy weather in the island.
     To be honest, at that moment I just wanted to give her a sudden hug and kiss her on the lips, but I couldn’t find the power in me, or maybe I didn’t want to be so quick in showing my inner intention. I mean, I didn’t want to show my emotions. I wanted to date her in Mother Francesca Cabin and make love to her the whole night, but I changed my mind very quickly.
     I could assume she might already have someone in her life or she might have been married by then. She would tell me in the right time.
Hadi Khojinian
Translated by: Shadi Peirovi

 

Maggie Brighton on the Island

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Hadi Khojinian
Translated by: Shadi Peirovi
 

Softness

How easy you become mine And How irresistible you be missed Do you remember? You vanished between two kissing You appeared during love making You went to quench your thirst But Your scent perfumed my milky bed I was overwhelmed of your dancing melody Room is touching woman’s scent Wooden wall is sweating smoothly Water is spreading tranquilly on the floor And changing to soft clouds Softness is dripping Through the air I pour water on the floor Maybe You shed through my life Hadi Khojinian

Invitation

When you invite a Lover
to your room
be careful

Watch her calmly and
breath slowly

Be aware of her movements

Dont talk so much
she will be bored

Be aware of her eyes

Dont forget melody
when you name her love

Train to Brussels

I am in the cottage / I am a prisoner of a dumb and strange feeling without any hesitation / I feel prison , no way to run / I go to bath, fill bathtub, and dip to the water. when I come out it is me somebody new An old man comes out of the cottage, passes village and bridge and takes a train to Brussels Nobody checks my ticket Everybody cries for me Next station An old lady enters the cabin I ask her: Please Madam can you tell me Who am I? She takes a rose from her basket and tells me: Take it and in Brussels Schuman station Give it to the first person you see She knows your Name and takes you Home…..

Hadi Khojinian July 2007

Love Is A Losing Game

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