Sea of Sepharad

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Mois benarroch is the best sephardi writer in Israel.

Haaretz

Published in Spanish in 2003, Sea of Sepharad explores the relations between the descendants of the expelled Sephardi community with the world of Judaism, Morocco and Israel.

Steps

My steps continue walking in Seville

go up and down on Levies Street

looking for my burned wife

in front of the church

while I was returning from Granada.

My steps keep on gouging the streets

day and night and they never stop they never part

of streets in which only my steps exist.

My steps procede marking Seville

its limits and its borders

its sky and its river

its tongue and its words

and when I laugh out loud

it’s because I’m crazy

crazy from the past, crazy

of thoughts, crazy

of love.

Crutches

I leave you sailors of La Mancha

In black seas, I leave you and I go

don’t throw me life jackets I know very well

to walk over these waters

I don’t need your help

Neither for future mortgages

the waves are enough for me to ride

the odor of the oranges drive me to my land

and I am freer than all the freedom that you can imagine

stronger than all the help you try to give me

so that I walk on crutches

to later say that I don’t know how to swim

not even to walk over the asphalt

on the wet grass of the morning

That’s it, finally, I’m leaving

let it be clear

I will not return.

Ever.