Sea of Sepharad

<p>"<strong>Mois benarroch is the best sephardi writer in Israel."</strong></p><p><strong>Haaretz</strong></p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><u><strong>Steps</strong></u></p><p>My steps continue walking in Seville</p><p>go up and down on Levies Street</p><p>looking for my burned wife</p><p>in front of the church</p><p>while I was returning from Granada.</p><p>My steps keep on gouging the streets</p><p>day and night and they never stop they never part</p><p>of streets in which only my steps exist.</p><p>My steps procede marking Seville</p><p>its limits and its borders</p><p>its sky and its river</p><p>its tongue and its words</p><p>and when I laugh out loud</p><p>it's because I'm crazy</p><p>crazy from the past crazy</p><p>of thoughts crazy</p><p>of love.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><u><strong>Crutches</strong></u></p><p>I leave you sailors of La Mancha</p><p>In black seas I leave you and I go</p><p>don't throw me life jackets I know very well</p><p>to walk over these waters</p><p>I don't need your help</p><p>Neither for future mortgages</p><p>the waves are enough for me to ride</p><p>the odor of the oranges drive me to my land</p><p>and I am freer than all the freedom that you can imagine</p><p>stronger than all the help you try to give me</p><p>so that I walk on crutches</p><p>to later say that I don't know how to swim</p><p>not even to walk over the asphalt</p><p>on the wet grass of the morning</p><p>That's it finally I'm leaving</p><p>                               let it be clear</p><p>            I will not return.</p><p>Ever.</p><p> </p>