I was looking for a guitar
on that train passing
villages in the night
across state borders
past shabby cities
a guitar a six-string wooden box
I wouldn`t know what to do
with the guitar it`s just this
left-hand fingers` longing
from coach to coach I awoke
people with banal faces
d`you have a guitar it`s perfect
like the body of a women
without limbs a war photograph
I lost
in a country I`m fleeing from
the Greek Arabic Spanish word
guitar
translated by Hamdija Demirović