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> Oyoun Al Kalaam Dal’Ouna
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> a Landscape of Tragedy a Language of Sad Rhymes
> Eye to Eye - Gihad Ali
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> "On This Earth"
> The Poetic Expression of a Political Man
> Poetry of Rebellion: The Life, Verse and Death of...
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> “Seasons of Violet” By Rim Banna
> Jerusalem, Fairuz, and the Moon
> Got to be ROCK ’n’ ROLL music
> The Palestinian National Song A Personal Testimony
> Who Am I
> Proverbs on advising, guiding and predestination
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Poem by Mahmoud Darwish
We have on this earth what makes life worth living: April's hesitation, the aroma of bread at dawn, a woman's point of view about men, the works of Aeschylus, the beginning of love, grass on a stone, mothers living on a flute's sigh and the invaders' fear of memories.
We have on this earth what makes life worth living: the final days of September, a woman keeping her apricots ripe after forty, the hour of sunlight in prison, a cloud reflecting a swarm
of creatures, the peoples' applause for those who face death with a smile, a tyrant's fear of songs.
We have on this earth what makes life worth living: on this earth, the Lady of Earth, mother of all beginnings and ends. She was called Palestine. Her name later became Palestine. My Lady, because you are my Lady, I deserve life.
(Translated by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché)
Sound in Arabic: http://albsayed.org/?p=231
Sent by Dutch composer Merlijn Twaalfhoven.
He asks to upload a picture of something beautiful about Palestine with a short description, so this poem can be extended as part of a symphony.
Send your picture and description to: picture@arabica.nu
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