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 shadowsThat absorb my color in the passport And my wound was to them an exhibition on displayTo a tourist living to collect photographsThey didn't recognize me...Don't leaveMy palm without a sunBecause the trees recognize meEvery song of the rain knows meDon't leave me pale like the moonAll the birds that followedMy palm to the door of the distance airportAll the fields of wheatAll the prisonsAll the white gravestonesAll the bordersEvery handkerchief that was wavedAll the eyesWere with me, butThey dropped them from my passportStripped of my name, of my identityOn soul I nourished with my own two handsToday Job yelled filling the sky"Don't make me into a lesson again"Oh gentleman, oh gentleman of the prophetsDon't ask the trees their namesDon't ask the valleys who their mothers areFrom my forehead bursts a swort of lightAnd from my hand springs a river of waterAll the people's hearts are my nationalitySo snatch my passport from me.