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I adore this poem. "Yes, Kurds are birds!"
The fruit-seller's philosophy by Kajal Ahmad
My friend! You were like an apricot. At the first bite, I spat out the core and crux. * My old flame! Sometimes you're a tangerine, undressing so spontaneously, and sometimes you're an apple, edible with or without the peel. * Neighbour! You're like a fruit knife. There's never a time when you're not at our dinner table. But forgive me if I say - you're a waste of time. * Dear homeland, you're like a lemon. When you are named, the world's mouth waters but I get all goosepimply. * You, stranger! I'm sure you're a watermelon. I won't know what you're really like till I go through you like a knife.

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Jilî kurdî le Amed ra.
It has always been a dream of mine to see Heskîf, and I finally got to hear both its song and cry.Â
Sherko Bekas: the wagon
I know we ... you and I
Will never meet
However we proceed
For we are like rail-tracks
Never meeting
And if we incline towards each other
The wagons of the heart will overturn
Then you will realise
How many love letters, bottles of scent
And rendezvouz
Will die
For both of usÂ
In the overturning
Of such a turbulent wagon
How many kisses full of rain