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Feb 11, 2021 01:29 PM Feb 11, 2021 01:29 PM
When I go out, I leave the music on to guard the souls of the dead, music of the ancients that carries the smell of grass, and guards the gardens of Babylon hanging in the depths. *** When I go out, I leave everything closed in on itself except for the music throbbing in the empty lounges and some oysters, which I picked from the shore on the night of the storm. ______________ Translated by Abdulla al-Harrasi
الكاتب: سيف الرحبي
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