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تسجيلThe Jazz Corner
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A moment after midnight every night jazz begins to soak the Jazz Corner like new wine like village wine *** A moment after midnight every night a woman descends a dark staircase to sing Brazil or balconies in candlelight or the village girls *** A moment after midnight every night A door is opened and the flower seller enters tired and she leaves tired and crowned with anguish and the aroma of the villages *** A moment, after the clock strikes three I shut my lids The Jazz Corner is asleep under my eyes I hear the pulse of your hands on my arm and I am comforted and I feel in the silence the pulse of the villages. *** November 21, 1990 _____________ Translated by Khaled Mattawa
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