Saturday night Delikatessen: Narrative on Bourguiba Street There was no vacancy In the “Café de L’ Univers” That night. There was drinking laughing Singing And mellowing too. But suddenly rose a voice From beneath the smoke: “You, dry bob!” After which Silence, Like a gigantic lead cover, Befell the place with a thud. “Hemingway is right!, Echoed a sapless voice from behind the counter, Its the metaphor of the rain that is the question!” (Lazhar Bouazzi, Carthage, 2014)
Posted on: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 23:29:08 +0000
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