Beauty

Beauty prose poem

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…So. I said: what is beauty?
He said: it is the impossible being real, it is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player, it is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist, it is the flowing of a perfume bottle over the yawning of a flute, it is the assembling of forests into two eyes, it is the travel of time in a circle dangling on an empty wall.
I said: what else?
He said: it is the combination of what cannot be combined, in a passing instant.
I said: then, how beauty could be defined?
He said: how water could be defined?

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I am 58 years old, from eastern Galilee, Israel (Palestine). I studied English literature, psychology and Law at the Hebrew university (Jerusalem). In the last three years, I published three books of which is dedicated to prose poetry. You are invited to visit the Facebook page Shadows of Water, where I publish my prose poems I translate to English.
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