Khyoot

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Khyoot Your voice is strange, your scent incredible, your words magical, and this beauty that tells of you. And the khyoots are with you, as is the wind you track… Your voice is a reward, on the path of the one who cultivated you, your earth a lover, for the branch you cast. And the khyoots are with you, as is the wind you track… Asfour Bird. A song originally written for a film scene in which two teenagers sing a gently suggestive song to each other, fantasizing that the one they call daughter of the moon and sand will come ask them to free the glowing little bird that has not yet ventured outside, to let it take flight and come warm this small magical belly that waits impatiently. Chochreet Look what I saw. I saw threads shining in the night, birds building their nests of fine twigs… and I saw chains take up residence in the head of one fleeing death… Howwa He. This being that lives in us and constantly projects itself into a future always postponed, never letting us live a present that is here, luminous and alive… This being is here today, in the present… Leghreeb Written on the eve of a Christmas (2023) marked by a certain solitude and by bloody news in the Middle East, Leghreeb speaks of the infinite strength we can find within ourselves to create spaces of freedom, of travel, within oneself, when all physical spaces seem confiscated and horizons blocked. “Revolution is the most joyful period of life,” wrote Jean Genet, as if to invert or sublimate the misery and distress of the Palestinian refugees he witnessed during the sixties. Sayyed Errouh The Soul Hunter is strange, foreign, and can only re-enter the world through the love of a beloved being. Msefer To travel into people's hearts and homes through who we are, what we create, without finding one's own heart or home in which to nestle. The journey then becomes an endless wandering. Habbeet I wish I could wake up one day cured. To tear my secrets from the night. To guide the light according to my madness… I wish I could wake up one day cured. And see this fear that hides behind this language of dust appear in broad daylight… I wish I could wake up one day cured. Keysefer Fina a voice brought by the wind and which becomes an immense shelter in which to get lost, to live and camp… A voice that jealously guards the secret of the birds' filaments, that lights a fire somewhere safe, so that things within us can travel… Dhwe Dhwet Dhwe dhwet speaks of stars and cosmos, of the fact that we only see an tiny part of what is unknown to us but which nevertheless animates us as if we were a minuscule atom of energy part of the great energy. Wejjebni A praise of solitude, solitary or with two or even more. Contenting oneself with a little that