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The 33 Medellin International Poetry Festival (Full Program)

The festival will be launched with a virtual program (July 1 to 7. 2023). On Saturday July 1, 7:00 p.m. Valerio Magrelli (Italy), Sunday July 2, 7:00 p.m. Nuno Júdice (Portugal), Monday July 3, 7:00 p.m. Etenat Awol (Ethiopia), Paul Liam (Nigeria), Tuesday July 4, 7:00 p.m. Horacio Benavides (Colombia), Liu Xunfu (People’s

Between Two Houses

To enter my house Means... to forget what's outside your heart To forget all the streets of your sorrow To enter the room of my soul To walk until you reach the balcony On the balcony... A bird and a horse... And affectionate suns And fragrant air harmonizing with sweet basil Fig trees... Dreams of apricots

“Egypt is my poetry”

Longing has led me to you, the entirety of my world, A stream of words in your love is scarce… The critics blame me for you, Ignore their blame, oh date of the palm tree. They don’t know who you are, Who I am, and what the evidence is… I was not a fanatic, But in your love, I

"Al Breiki Honors Nazik Al-Malaika's Centennial with Poem"

Mohammed Abdullah Al Breiki, director of Sharjah's House of Poetry, was keen to accept the invitation to participate in the celebration held in Baghdad, the capital of Iraq, on the occasion of the centennial of the birth of Nazik Al-Malaika, a pioneer of modern poetry in our Arab world. His participation on the first day of the

To a Girl Named Alexandria

I drew you among the lines of my hands You became my tomorrow You became a daylight to my sun And you became a prayer for myself And you became the conscience of the seas I love you… Telephone booths and buildings ask about us And the twinkle of a star on a clear night I love you… Footsteps ask about us And a