FAJR

rientro... quasi quasi riparto

direttive dal ministero della (d)istruzione, ai tempi della cricca.

Leggere al rientro dal Medio Oriente questo documento, per giunta il primo giorno di Ramadan, è "quasi" illuminante su come si possa passare dalla istruzione alla distruzione...

Marcel Khalifé

>>>

The passport
(testo: M. Darwish; musica: M. Khalifé) 

They didn't recognize me in the shadows
That absorb my color in the passport
And my wound was to them an exhibition on display
To a tourist living to collect photographs

They didn't recognize me...Don't leave
My palm without a sun
Because the trees recognize me
Every song of the rain knows me
Don't leave me pale like the moon

All the birds that followed
My palm to the door of the distance airport
All the fields of wheat
All the prisons
All the white gravestones
All the borders
Every handkerchief that was waved
All the eyes
Were with me, but
They dropped them from my passport

Stripped of my name, of my identity
On soul I nourished with my own two hands
Today Job yelled filling the sky
"Don't make me into a lesson again"
Oh gentleman, oh gentleman of the prophets
Don't ask the trees their names
Don't ask the valleys who their mothers are
From my forehead bursts a swort of light
And from my hand springs a river of water
All the people's hearts are my nationality
So snatch my passport from me.