Sea of Sepharad

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