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In this place an olive tree guarding me and watching my sleep
In this place the sea is throwing me with gravel and beautiful shells
In this place, our street kids are good at playing with a cloth ball
In this place God manifests and the rain rinses my sins
And on my pillow "a drunken boat" and a beautiful woman await me
I'm sure this place does exist
But I forget where
(translated into English by Mehdi Hamza)
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Abdel-Wahed
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