Sweet Dreams, Gaza!

I did not receive Lisan Magazin from Switzerland,
And did not Susan Alywan books from Lebanon,
And my brother gifts from Germany,
Nothing receive me from outside of Gaza!
Normal ..
Bottle of French perfume is broken and my nephew try to drink the mercury liquid,
Milan Kundera's novels .. Are lost and do not want to retrieve them,
CDs' "Water Music" for "Handel" is fallen down in the fish pond,
Normal ..
Now my friends are reading what I write: Zahi Wehbe, Ibrahim Nasrallah, Murid Barghouti,
Fatma Qandil smiling at me and convince me that writing rearranges the world,
My friends at the university are admonishing me for the last note for some reason,
Normal ..
The electricity will be cut and return after ten hours,
I wake up with a noise motors instead of singing of the birds,
Sleep on the house's roof because of the intense heat,
Absence from my lectures so I do not know the name and form of doctors whom teaches me,
Neglect the calls and messages which I receive to my mobile and email,
Normal ..
I'm going to turn off the lamp and sleep.
Sweet Dreams.. O Gaza