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Blood river train

When time works against us and weighs at the heart somewhere in a foreign land, night turns to day, and the fashion in shop windows I pass on my way from work into djellabas, the smell of restaurants into kuskus on a market day, hands all out, stretched to acknowledge this gift, walking in the [...]

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The Cafรฉ

Black eyes gaze from faded photographs… Music of the Romany Danced in between, Languid women, Bodies like Melted butter, Sipping their Fin a’ l’eau Their laughter, The rustling Of dead leaves And dark men Flashing smiles Hair slicked, With the faint Scent of Patchouli The air dense With the smoke Of Clove cigarettes It was [...]

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