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Re: Poetic injustice Did you ever Did you ever consider that I wanted to stay Did you ever consider that You pushed me away Did you ever consider that It felt good at first but 4 years I felt neglected Did you ever consider that My heart wasn’t well protected Did you ever consider that you felt too much Did you ever consider that It was the reason we weren’t in touch Did you ever consider that I didn’t wantRead more

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Algiers Series | Timimoun Connections | A young boy orders some snacks from the tea hotspot in central Algiers. Customers are plenty at this favourite snack hut in the heart of the capital. Friendly chat is exchanged as people wait for their orders of fresh mint tea. The tea shop resembles a hole in the wall but one that is not easily missed. In a box-like store in the wall, a window allows passersby to peer in from the sidewalkRead more

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On loved ones we have lost or never met| There | I will always be hurt there pain there can’t describe there sometimes there is on my mind when I imagine that you may have been there too pause break Une douleur imortalisee* let there be Sabar* for me for you there. Phrase and Proverb Glossary: Une douleur immortalisee (a pain immortalised written in French), Sabar (the patience wished on those who are especially grieving the loss of a lovedRead more

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Re: the vagabonds we meet in travel |It Was Nice Knowing You | She was fascinated by anybody’s ability to capture emotion in spoken or written word a systematic lyric or a consuming melody what a gift to decipher what a joy to be as precise as traveling light and sound frequencies gravitational pulls that keep us grounded when we have nothing left (walou*) but the love we must give to another under these flickering street lights a broken heartRead more

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Algiers Series | Unexpected Love Story | Didou swore by his love for his wife. So much so that he decorated every corner of his inner city apartment block in ceramic celebrations of her life. After all it was her dying wish. In the entrance hallway of a European build, he has plastered pictures of his beloved, family members and memories from his boxing days. Didou talks through every picture like a tribute, each attached to a story he insistsRead more