A message

A message
By:
Mahmoud Abdel Hafeez
Translated by:
Hassan Hegazy Hassan


I found it,
after all this age, I found it,
Maybe in my drawer which I threw its key
 into the sea one night,
or,
in the empty cigarette case,
After I (maybe) light my last cigarette in resentment.
My companion said:
Perhaps in the pocket of your overcoat
which you do not wear in the winter!!

In the drawer of my desk, there a message
I have no doubt that was brought in one day morning,
By someone you know, the postman,
Yes, yes, the Postman,
he who no longer comes to the street
 in which I reside in from a long time!!

she says she has come back
And she now resides in a building on the ring road
in one of those cities, which the management
of the organization is still in a meeting,
to choose names for them!!
she added:
When the waves come back carrying
your key that you have lost,
I would have left , coming back to …,

By the way:
one night you invited me to dinner
you did not pay the account that night,
when you said that the check book (apparently (
is in conclusion,
tell the bus driver about my apologies for
my sudden departure!!
If you please, tell all the cigarette sellers,
that this type I can't stand it!!
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