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The Thousand and One Nights…
Grilled lamb and spices smells , colors to blow up your nose…
Colored cries, wire netting covered faces, children’s smiles…
In the distance, threatening shadows with spattered battledress, their weapons showing teeth.
The crowd feigned ignorance, the killers transparency…
People stroll, negotiate, watch.
Everyone makes the same gestures, as a ritual, like a prayer.
People are in [...]

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The other side…
Grilled meat and spices stinks, colors to throw up…
Insane sounds, masked faces, verminous smiles…
In the distance, threatening shadows, jellabas with multiple colors.
“Look at their hands!”
We feign transparency, the crowd the ignorance…
We control the adjacent streets to protect these rats.
Everyone makes the same gestures, like an insect, like a machine.
Jackson goes first, he targets [...]

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Omar…
Smells, colors, he closed his senses.
Colored cries, faces, children form on his face as on an oiled canvas…
In the distance, shadows…
They ape ignorance, the other transparency…
They stir, threaten, try to live.
He moves like in a dream, a reprieve, a truce.
He left the infidels for his appointment with the ultimate.
That horns, that stinks, that squeals.
The place [...]

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Rashid…
Smells from the delicacies to swallow, from spices, colors to drown your eyes…
Colored cries, veiled faces , smiles filled with teeth…
In the distance, the Americans, promises of Sweets and Chewing gum.
The adults ignore them, The soldiers melt into the background.
The big guys haggle, the kids dodge in and out and life scrolls.
Everyone makes the [...]

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