A programme by Fondazione Mediterraneo to favour the mutual understanding through meetings, images and music
Text of the song
I took from the cupboard
The big green salad bowl
The old wooden pestle
In the garden I collected
A bouquet of coriander
And two branches of thyme
It’s like that you see
That I travel through the night
To our village
It’s like that,
It’s like that,
I think of you
I took down from the shelf
Our oil from Chaouen
Some salt and some safran
Three pinches of cumin
Two cloves of mild garlic
A little fine pepper
It’s like that you see…
And for hours
I mixed herbs and spices
In vain
To find the scent
Of your hands
I can no longer follow
A dream without any future
It’s like that you see…
I took from the chest of drawers
My father’s blue scarf
A little red sand
Touched my hand
And I thought I heard
You singing in the distance...
I danced like a madwoman
In my bedroom of exile
My eyes in this mirage
Until the early hours of the morning
When I finally got to sleep
Alone but at peace
Yes, it’s like that you see
That I travel through the night
To our village
It’s like that, it’s like that
I think of you.
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This singer author composer of Greek origin tells us about her songs for humankind. Poetic singing that echoes exotic music from the East and North Africa, a voyage to the centre of the world.
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