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A Voice in the Wilderness

As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there's a twilight where everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such twilight that we must be aware of change in the air, however slight, lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness. -- William O. Douglas

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Don't Worry About a Thing


Jaja and cuz Alayna

Three Little Birds
Bob Marley

Don't worry about a thing
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be alright
Singin', "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be alright."

Rise up this morning,
Smiled with the rising sun
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true
Sayin', "This is my message to you-u-u."
Singin'...
(Repeat)

"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause ev'ry little thing gonna be al-right."
(4 times)

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Thich Nhat Hanh - Creating True Peace


I recently completed reading Thich Nhat Hanh's book, Creating True Peace in February of this year. I must say, it is one of the most profound books I have ever chanced upon.

Thich Nhat Hanh (pronounced Tick-Naught-Hawn) is a Buddhist Monk who was exiled from his homeland back in the mid-seventies when the Vietnam War was raging and anyone who spoke out against it was treated with suspicion and labeled by both sides as either a tratior, a seditionist and/or a Communist - anything but a pacifist.

This wonderfully kind man now resides in France where he has founded a Buddhist commune called Plum Village.


He has authored numerous books and offers teachings on Buddhism. Two of my favorite books he wrote are Anger, and Meditations on Love - both books are highly recommended. You can find many of his lectures and teachings on the internet. I am tempted to summarize the book and maybe go into a detailed analysis of it but it is a relatively short read - 206 pages, a very fast read - and offers far better treatment of the subject than anything I could do here. Suffice it to say, Creating True Peace is one of those books you will want to hang on to for the rest of your life because it is simple and direct. Without shame, Thich Nhat Hanh demonstrates Creating True Peace takes far greater courage than the alternative. The message that comes from this Buddhist Philosopher's perspective is simple; peace is available to anyone who seeks it.

As a Roman Catholic, I am quite intrigued at the similarity of Thich Nhat Hanh's musings and the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth. When I was younger, I would have avoided such a book simply because I thought it would be in direct opposition to my core beliefs and my religious upbringing. Nothing could be further from the truth.

My life experience is, God or the Supreme Being, Creator - or whatever other description one might choose to describe this supernatural force exists. We know this implicitly; none of us has ever physically experienced it through our five senses. I am convinced God is far too big to be limited by any one particular religion - much as we would like to, we cannot put parenthesis on the creative force responsible for the Universe.


I think it is more than mere coincidence that concepts of good and evil - at least in my limited world view - seem to be universal. Consequently, I think God reaches out and communicates to us in ways which we might understand. I am quite fond of this saying;

"When you speak to a person in your language, you have made an acquaintance. When you speak to that same person in his/her language, you have made a friend."

I believe God reaches out to us with a language of the familiar - tailored to each of our unique life experiences. He communicates with us in the language of a kindred spirit. As such, to the Scientist, he reaches out with the language of science. To the Bedouin, he reaches out with the constructs familiar to a Bedouin. I could go on but I think you get the picture.

At any rate, I hope you do pick up this book because it's author has tapped into that mysterious energy of the Universe. What he has to say about it is enlightening - in no way threatening – that is, unless you are a hater.


Peace,
J

Note: You can click on the bold-faced words in this post for links that take you to sites directly related to the high-lighted topics and offer more details than I can write about here. I'm trying to keep these posts short.

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Where is the Love - Black Eyed Peas


Where is the Love
Black Eyed Peas
Album: Elephunk

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma


Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Nigga, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in

Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' in the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria

Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)


Friday, June 24, 2005

Children Learn What They Live

by Dorothy Law Nolte
My Grandson - Jaja

If children live with criticism,
they learn to condemn.

If children live with hostility,
they learn to fight.

If children live with fear,
they learn to be apprehensive.

If children live with pity,
they learn to feel sorry for themselves.

If children live with ridicule,
they learn to feel shy.

If children live with jealousy,
they learn to feel envy.

If children live with shame,
they learn to feel guilty.

If children live with encouragement,
they learn confidence.

If children live with tolerance,
they learn patience.

If children live with praise,
they learn appreciation.

If children live with acceptance,
they learn to love.

If children live with approval,
they learn to like themselves.

If children live with recognition,
they learn it is good to have a goal.

If children live with sharing,
they learn generosity.

If children live with honesty,
they learn truthfulness.

If children live with fairness,
they learn justice.

If children live with kindness and consideration,
they learn respect.

If children live with security,
they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.

If children live with friendliness,
they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

Jaja at the waterpark

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Jihad- American vs Islamic

Make no mistake about it:

this is a Holy War


both America and Islam


Believe God is on their side.

Guns and God don't mix

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Imagine - A Perfect Circle - Lyrics


Imagine
Performed by: A Perfect Circle
Written by: John Lennon

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.


Iraq War Images You won't See On the Mainstream Media


British Soldier in Basra



Barefoot Iraqi Family fleeing through rubble from a raging gun battle



An Iraqi woman shields the children with her while taking cover in a ditch during street fighting in northern Baghdad


We cannot and should not forget the Downing Street Memos

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

The Things They Carried

The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien is a collection of vignettes about the war experience in Vietnam. The book details life of the foot soldier and the bizarre

O'Brien
has an incredible ability for communicating about what motivates him to write. In doing so, he provides some powerful insights into the inner motivations for writing as well.

"The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head."

I sincerely appreciate the recommendation I was given to read this book: it could have not come at a better time -Thank you G.

J

Sunday, June 19, 2005

True to Myself - Ziggy Marley

Hand Petroglyph at Chaco Canyon

True to Myself
Ziggy Marley

life has come a long way since yesterday I say
and its not the same old thing over again I say
just do what you feel and don't you fool yourself I say
cause I can't make you happy unless I am I say I say I

got to be true to myself got to be true to myself

day in day out I've asked many questions I say
only to find the truth it never changes I say
if you don't deal with it it keeps killing you a little by little I say
call me selfish if you will my life I alone can live I say I say I

got to be true to myself got to be true to myself

I don't care if it hurts I'm tired of lies and all these games
I've reached a point in life no longer can I be this way
don't come crying to me I too have shed my share of tears
I'm moving on yes I'm grooving on well I'm finally free I've

got to be true to myself got to be true to myself
got to be true to myself got to be true to myself

Words and music by David Marley
Ziggy Music (ASCAP) c/o Colgems-EMI Music Inc, (ASCAP)

Friday, June 17, 2005

Zorro - Isabel Allende's newest book

I picked up an autographed copy of Isabel Allende's latest novel, Zorro a couple of weeks ago. I decided to start reading it last night. It looks like another classic piece of literature.

Isabel Allende, was born in Peru and raised in Chile. Her uncle was Salvador Allende who's popular government was toppled by C.I.A. backed Fascists on 9/11 1973. Shortly after the coup, she went into exile.

Originally a journalist, Isabel later turned to writing fiction. She wrote the landmark epic, House of the Spirits which deals with generations of family tradition. It celebrates the contiunium women maintain throughout time. The novel follows their contributions to Humanity; regardless of the challenges and suffering they endure. Allende has several other works and all are highly reccomended reads because her style constantly changes.

The opening lines of this most recent novel reflect Allende's powerful, unique voice whose beauty resonates with the lyrical intonations of Spanish - the language in which she pens all of her work.

"With this document I intend to set the record straight before the slanderers who are determined to defame Zorro have their say. Our enemies are many, as is often the case with those who defend the weak, rescue damsels in distress, and humiliate the powerful. Naturally, every idealist attracts enemies, but we prefer to count our friends, who are much greater in number. I am compelled to recount these adventures because it serves little purpose for Diego to risk his life for the sake of justice if no one knows of it. Heroism is a badly remunerated occupation, and often it leads to an early end, which is why it appeals to fanatics or persons with an unhealthy fascination with death. There are all too few heroes with a romantic heart and a fun-loving nature. Let me say it straight out: there is no one like Zorro."

Thus begins he swashbuckling adventure about a man with conviction, Quixotic yet capable of holding his own against corrupt, powerful foes; the kind of hero we could use today.

Whenever I read Allende, I can see the world stripped of all its trappings, I see nothing is so overwhelming that it cannot be dealt with. When all else is lost, there is always hope. I love how she celebrates the triumph of the Human Spirit.

She is one of my favorites. I have no doubt I am going to enjoy this novel immensely.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Randi Rhodes speaks out about Terri Schiavo


If you have time, this is worth listening to because Randi addresses all the liars and charlatans who came out of the woodwork for their fifteen minutes of fame.

To listen, simply click on what you are reading here and you will be taken directly to Randi's commentary. If you are at work, be careful however; she does use the word 'Bast**d' a couple of times. No matter though because she does an excellent job of calling these fools what they are: Liars, Charlatans and Manipulators.

The link to Randi Rhodes Show on Air America is here (just click on it and add it to your 'favorites' if you like what she has to say.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Thinking, always thinking


Tonight, I don't want to write about problems. I don't want to appeal to anyone's senses. I don't want to ponder anything from any angle. I want to try something I've never done before. I am just going to write.

Maybe it's time to start a different blog - something more personal - something where I can just write the thoughts that come to me; no analysis, no History, no Sociological concepts, no Psychology, no Politics. Just words. I do have another blog set up, the "Atomic Adobe" (what the hell kind of name is that?).


We’ve just finished dinner.
Mario's is a cozy Italian restaurant located on San Pedro across from Coronado Mall. Judging from the pictures, it started out as a Mom and Pop operation. Now it's the family business. It is friendly and inviting. I surmise our waitress is probably just old enough be at the University of New Mexico; it’s against the law for anyone under age twenty-one, to serve liquor in this state. I'm betting she’s barely that. It’s just a thought and I’m always thinking, always figuring, always analyzing. Tonight I don’t want to analyze anything. I don’t want to think. Really, I don’t even want to eat. I’ve ordered a beer – it’s lukewarm so I ask for some ice. She brings me a glass brimming with it. “I got you a chilled glass too!” She cheerily announced, “that’ll make it nice and cold.” I thank her and pour the beer. I hate drinking anything with ice. My teeth are cold-sensitive. The beer is not pleasant at all.

I just picked up a new book, “The Things They Carried,” by Tim O’Brien. I decided to pick it up on recommendation of a friend I have recently made - thanks to the Internet. He is a person who is kind enough to indulge my ego. He drops by fairly regularly and reads what I post on my blog.

O’Brien’s book, near as I can tell, is about Vietnam. This author is quite accomplished in that he has drawn me into the story completely. In 18 short pages, I have already established a connection with Lieutenant Cross, a twenty-four year old kid from New Jersey whose love-struck musings about a girl he is profoundly attracted to have him in danger. She doesn’t feel the same for him but that doesn’t matter. He is obsessed with her to the point of distraction. Frankly, I am scared for the kid and I can relate to his angst over a woman who is so far and yet feels so close.

Bummer - quite often, we feel closer when we are farthest apart. Why is that? Is it the absence? Is it the reality? I wonder, how must it be to miss someone from afar knowing you may never see her again - especially in war time? I can fathom such a thought because, to know death awaits is incredibly sobering. I am familiar with that thought. It definitely clears the mind of everything but what is important. It puts you right here, right now. What does surprise me quite often is how most of us rarely think about our own mortality. Back to the story: So, what is important to the young Lieutenant is this woman he has fantasized – not the real woman – someone more powerful. Someone unavailable, inaccessible and distant but, not by miles - by emotion. She doesn’t feel the same for him. Why should she? How could she? Why would she? I suppose I better keep reading. Maybe O’Brien will relent.

At any rate, my beer is too cold and doesn’t taste quite the same. I never realized how I drink beer until now. After this rather painful experience of feeling it contact my front teeth, I have become aware that as I drink, I keep it on the back of my palate. I never swish it and I taste it on the back of my tongue. How odd. I asked for a straw: Completely unpleasant. I wonder whether it is true or not that drinking beer through a straw really can increase it’s intoxicating effect? My entrée arrives, I’m not very hungry these days so, I just ordered Lentil Soup. It is tasty – comfort food – warm; perfect for the languid soul.

I’m looking out the arched window at the mountains. The sun is setting so the pastel hues range from purple to pink with strokes of lavender everywhere – all of this set against a grey sky. The word ‘mordant’ comes to mind. I don’t know why and I cannot, for the life of me, recall its meaning. I wish I had a dictionary. I always carry one but this time, when I need one, I want one – I don’t have one. There is a slight breeze so the trees across the street with their yellowish-green to dark green leaves lazily flutter as the wind alights on them. What is it tonight that makes everything seem to fade into everything else? Mine is an impressionistic perspective this evening. I'm thinking I could use a little definition.

I eat a little. I read a little. I look out the window and I wonder, ‘what’s in store for tomorrow?’ My beer is too cold. I hope Lieutenant Cross is going to be alright. I’m anxious. I’m done with today. I’m done with yesterday. Lately, I've been arguing too much. It's weighing me down. I’m tired. Okay O'Brien, what gives with the Lieutenant - what do you have in store for him?


View of Sandias from Isleta Pueblo, just south of Albuquerque
color of the sky is close to tonight's.

For those of you who read to the very end:

Mordant: [MOR dnt] adj biting; corrosive; scathing. n substance that fixes dyes.
Interesting word - I wonder what I was thinking to pop that thought in my head?

Schiavo Autopsy Results


Teri Schiavo's autopsy results are in: Her husband's contentions were correct. Teri was deemed to have been in a Persistent Vegetative State and the damage was irreversible. She was blind and there were no signs of traumatic abuse - either from the autopsy or from review of x-rays taken immediately after Teri was found unconscious.

I admire Michael Schiavo's determination in honoring his wife's wish that she not be kept on life support. His actions showed tremendous courage. They proved his commitment to his wife. How unfortunate that he had to pay such a bitter price as he faced for religious fanatics and politicians who siezed this media event to demonstrate their piety and bolster their political standing.

Where are these pro-life advocates when people are being executed?

Where are the pro-life advocates as we find out about Iraqis being beaten and tortured to death by American interrogaters?

Clearly, the media can influence public opinion. However, through Michael, Teri prevailed over those who tried to manipulate America's emotions for personal political and market-share gains.

According to Medical Examiner Jon Throgmartin, MD,

"The collapse left her completely blind and most likely in a persistent vegetative state, Thogmartin said.

Schiavo's heart suddenly stopped beating in 1980, when she was 26. An emergency crew revived her, but by that time her brain had been without blood for several minutes, causing severe brain damage.

Tests performed on her shortly after she arrived at the hospital found unusually low levels of potassium in her blood. In a 1992 civil trial, a court concluded that an eating disorder led to the potassium imbalance, which in turn caused her heart to stop beating.

Thogmartin questioned that finding. The potassium imbalance could very well have been the result, rather than the cause, of Schiavo's collapse, he said.

Thogmartin also said extensive x-rays and other tests both in the autopsy and at the time of Schiavo's initial hospitalization ruled out physical abuse as a cause of her initial collapse and subsequent brain damage."



I wonder how the fanatics in Congress are taking the news? Perhaps an autopsy on Tom Delay's career is in order some time soon.


Pope "Orkin" DeLay - not a priest, just another crooked politician

Majority Whip Congressman Tom DeLay (R-Texas), the lazy-eyed bug exterminator, is a major loser in this fiasco. He forced Congress to sumit by passing an unconstitutional law, taylored specifically to negate Michael and Terri Schiavo's matrimonial rights. DeLay did so because he thought it might draw attention away from numerous illegal activities he has been involved in. He threatened the Judiciary and wrongly over-estimated his influence on the popular sentiment. Americans believe the government should stay out of decisions made by spouses regarding end of life issues. Thank Heaven for the Judiciary who stopped DeLay's march dead in its tracks.

May Michael Schiavo finally live in peace


May Teri Schiavo finally rest in peace.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

More Black and White in America ...


Lower Burrell police Officer John Marhefka (left) and Arnold police Sgt. Willie Weber remove a pillow from under a bank robbery suspect's shirt while searching him for weapons after his arrest Wednesday morning. Investigators say Daniel C. Mazziotti, who is white, attempted to disguise himself as a black man and used a pillow to make himself appear obese.
Eric Felack/Tribune-Review News Service
7:46 a.m. EST November 29, 2001

To Be or Not To Be: A second Memo - Downing Street Memo II?

Get the black and white picture?

According to Dan Froomkin of the Washington Post:

13 June 2005 - 4:00 PM EST
Another Memo showed up this weekend. It details - in black and white - how President Bush was clamoring for war with
Iraq and how there was no exit strategy.

""The eight-page memo, written in advance of a July 23, 2002, Downing Street meeting on Iraq, provides new insights into how senior British officials saw a Bush administration decision to go to war as inevitable, and realized more clearly than their American counterparts the potential for the post-invasion instability that continues to plague Iraq. ....." [Washington Post 13 June 2005]

Only in America

Tried by the media - cleared by a jury of his peers

The nation tunes in and eagerly awaits:
1] Guilty of race morphing?
2] Is he gay?
3] Is he a child molester?

In the end he was found to be not-guilty. Regardless, that won't stop the public lynching: Tonight Show's Jay Leno continues to skewer Michael Jackson. Under the auspices of comedy, Leno has concluded the strange, ambivelant and reclusive pop icon is guilty on all counts. I suppose we shouldn't get all worked up about the Jay's slander - its all good-natured humor after all.

Meanwhile...
"
The new memo (can we call it DSM-II?) comes at a particularly bad time for Bush, as polls show that public sentiment is turning sharply against the war." [Washington Post 13 June 2005]

No outrage over the mounting news about President Bush's lying to the American Public and Congress - just a huge collective yawn - the Mainstream media is on Vacation.

This flyer from Britan is not accurate - Bill was never impeached.
Dubya should be - but won't based on what he did - or did not do...


I miss the days when breaking the law was Black and White
instead of Black
or White.

Melanin takes precedence over Mayhem

Our President lied and people are dying
Welcome to Dubya's world
where everything is
shades of gray

Click on green highlighted areas for links to see related articles.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Women's War Experiences - "Where do you sleep when the terror devours me?"


Discover Ishtar!


Tearful Departure


"DIS-MOI OU TU T’ENDORS
QUAND LA PEUR ME DEVORE"
TELL ME WHERE DO YOU SLEEP
WHEN THE TERROR DEVOURS ME

Regardless of their country of origin, women suffer the consequences of war as well.

Ishtar, who's real name is,
Eti Zach, born in Isreal sings about a woman who is thinking about her man; where he might be and how he is doing. This haunting song - with acoustic guitar and violin accompaniment - was recorded in French. The name of the CD is called, Ishtar: The Voice of Alabina. Ishtar sings in French, Arab and English on this album.

Eti's father is Moroccan and her mother is Egyptian - they spoke Arabic at home and she became fluent in Hebrew when she attended school. Because her nationality is Isreali, she completed her required two years in the military before travelling abroad. She now lives in France but retains her Isreali citizenship. In other albums, she sings in Hebrew as well.



Kim Sun-Il's Sister reacts to the news her brother has been beheaded in Iraq

"J’AI VU LA GUERRE, J’AI VU TOMBER LES HOMMES..."
I SAW THE WAR, I SAW MEN BEING KNOCKED DOWN...

OU TU T’ENDORS
WHERE DO YOU SLEEP
Ishtar - The Voice of Alabina
TRANSLATION

I SAW THE RAIN COME DOWN ON ME
THE SNOW AS WELL BURNING ME OF COLD
BUT ALL THE TOMORROW’S DON’T SEEM THAT FAR

I SAW THE WAR, I SAW MEN FALLING
AND HEAVEN TELLING ME THE DUST THAT YOU ARE
BUT IN THE HEART OF THE FIGHTING, I WASN’T SHAKING
I WASN’T SEEING EXCEPT YOU

CHORUS
TELL ME WHERE DO YOU SLEEP
WHEN THE TERROR DEVOURS ME
IN WHAT PLACES, WHICH NORTH
WHEN ON MY KNEES, I BEG
WHERE DO YOU SLEEP

I SAW THE TIME SLIDING
DIVIDE THE LOVERS SUNKEN FACES
BUT THAT FLIES AND LEAVES
TO ME, DOESN’T SCARE ME
I FEEL YOU NEXT TO ME

I KNOW THE WIND, THE GODS RAGE
I KNOW THE DEVILS, THE BAD AND THE HORRIBLE
WHEN THE SKY DARKENS, LET THE LIGHTNING HIT
I WILL LEAN ON YOU

CHORUS (REPEAT TWICE)

TELL ME WHERE DO YOU SLEEP
WHEN THE TERROR DEVOURS ME
IN WHAT PLACES, WHICH NORTH
WHEN ON MY KNEES, I BEG

WHERE DO YOU SLEEP...

A woman reacts to a car bombing outside a clinic in Hilla located 60 miles south of Baghdad. The bombing occurred on 28 February 2005. 110 people were killed and at least 133 were injured.

"DANS QUEL AILLEURS, QUEL NORD
QUAND A GENOUX J’IMPLORE
DIS-MOI OU TU T’ENDORS
"
IN WHAT PLACES, WHICH NORTH
WHEN ON MY KNEES, I BEG
WHERE DO YOU SLEEP

OU TU T’ENDORS
WHERE DO YOU SLEEP

J’AI VU LA PLUIE S’ABATTRE SUR MOI
LA NEIGE AUSSI ME BRULER DE FROID
MAIS TOUS LES LENDEMAINS NE SEMBLENT PAS SI LOIN

J’AI VU LA GUERRE, J’AI VU TOMBER LES HOMMES
ET LE CIEL ME DIRE LA POUSSIERE QUE NOUS SOMMES
MAIS AU COEUR DES COMBATS, MOI, JE NE TREMBLAIS PAS
JE NE VOYAIS QUE TOI

REFRAIN:
DIS-MOI OU TU T’ENDORS
QUAND LA PEUR ME DEVORE
DANS QUEL AILLEURS, QUEL NORD
QUAND A GENOUX J’IMPLORE
DIS-MOI OU TU T’ENDORS

J’AI VU LE TEMPS GLISSER ENTRE MES DOIGTS
SEPARER LES AMANTS ET CREUSER LES VISAGES
MAIS QU’IL VOLE ET S’EN AILLE
MOI, IL NE M’EFFRAIE PAS
JE TE SENS PRES DE MOI

JE SAIS LES VENTS, LA COLERE DES DIEUX
JE SAIS LES DIABLES ET LE MAL ET LE FEU
QUAND S’ASSOMBRIT LE CIEL, QUE LA FOUDRE S’ABAT
JE M’EN REMETS A TOI

REFRAIN (BIS)

DIS-MOI OU TU T’ENDORS
QUAND LA PEUR ME DEVORE
DANS QUEL AILLEURS, QUEL NORD
QUAND A GENOUX J’IMPLORE

DIS-MOI OU TU T’ENDORS...

A woman exiting a Baghdad morgue having just identified her husband who was killed during the bombing.

Pray for this war to come to an end.

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