j is for jonas
Era Jävlar.
Je suis le fils de la terre maternelle
Je suis l'enfant des douleurs éternelles
Je ne suis pas le seigneur du désert
Mais l'esclave des horizons nus
I am the son of the maternal ground
I am the child of eternal pain
I am not the lord of the desert
But the slave of naked horizons
From the poem 'Pas de Nom' ('No Name') by Issa Rhossey, a Touareg poet from the Aïr region. The poem is published in 'Tourne-tête, le pays déchiqueté', a collection of modern Touareg poetry edited by Hélène Claudot-Hawad and Hawad, and published by Éditions Amara. This extract is translated from French by Andy Morgan.
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Think! Think goddamnit!
Think! Think goddamnit!
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