Anaďs Mitchell
Before the Eyes of Storytelling Girls
i could tell you stories like the government tells liesah, but no one listens anymorein the rooms, the women come and gotalking on the mobile phonesand the television talks about the warwhen i was a baby, there was laughter in my housemy daddy smoked domestic cigarettesand thursday nights on the radiolive in concert- live from cairo:mother of egypt! mama, mama, be with mewith the music in your breastin your glittering evening dressand the white flag in your fist trembling i could tell you stories like the past was dead and gonebut i know nothing changes in this worldevery day the muezzin callsthe sun comes up and baghdad fallsbefore the eyes of storytelling girlsshe was just a poor man’s daughtergoing down into the sultan’s bedhe was desert, she was waterand he remembered every word she said, that she said, Letras de cancionesand i say, grandma, grandma, be with mein your tragic wedding gownwith your long hair hanging downand the stories tumbling out, tumbling i could tell you stories like the government tells liesah, but no one listens anymorein the rooms the women come and gotalking on the mobile phonesand the television talks about the war, about the warthe television talks about the war
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