Shakinglife

Op dit legendarische album van Anouar Brahem is geen stukje tekst te vinden - behalve in het cd-boekje, daarin staat als enige het titelgedicht van Mahmoud Darwish  [1] : Rita and the Rifle Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes And I kissed Rita When she was young And I remember how she approached And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids And I remember Rita The way a sparrow remembers its stream Ah, Rita Between us there are a million sparrows and images And many a rendezvous Fired at by a rifle Rita's name was a feast in my mouth Rita's body was a wedding in my blood And I was lost in Rita for two yearsvAnd for two years she slept on my arm And we made promises Over the most beautiful of cups And we burned in the wine of our lips And we were born again Ah, Rita! What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds? Once upon ...