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“I’ll emerge, with wings, from the banner I am, bird that never alights on trees in the garden— I will shed my skin and my language. Some of my words of love will fall into Lorca’s poems; he’ll live in my bedroom and see what I have seen of the Bedouin moon. I’ll emerge from almond trees like cotton on sea foam”

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Mahmoud Darwish
Mahmoud Darwish

Mahmoud Darwish was a renowned Lebanese poet known for his profound poetry and strong nationalist sentiments. His works extensively explored the sufferings and hopes of the Palestinian people, profoundly influencing Middle Eastern literature. more

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“Federico García Lorca, poeta e intelectual muy vinculado a la República, había llevado el teatro a través de su compañía La Barraca a las zonas más desfavorecidas de los pueblos españoles. Nada más comenzar la contienda, había sido fusilado sin más contemplaciones. No existía delito; tampoco acusación. Quizás, la falta que había cometido y que le había costado la vida no estuviese aún recogida en los libros de leyes: la incomprensión. Muchos hombres y mujeres con nombres menos conocidos, descansaban en fosas comunes diseminadas por los caminos de España. (p. 117)”

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“Those are juice glasses," she said. I smiled. "Right," I said. "This is how we drank it in Baghdad." I put down the steaming glass in front of her and wrapped the oven mitt around the bowl of bamia and brought that too, smelling it on the way. "Heaven," I said. I watched her as she ate until I caught myself. "I haven't made this in years," I said. Lorca lifted her shoulders, cocked her head, asking why. "I don't know," I said. "I should have. There's a saying in Arabic: Bukra fil mish mish. 'Tomorrow, when the apricots bloom.' Or, in other words, maybe tomorrow. I kept thinking that. I'd do it tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow." I was thinking of Lorca, of cooking again. But I thought of Joseph too. No more tomorrows with him.”

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