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.  StepsMy steps continue walking in Sevillego up and down on Levies Streetlooking for my burned wifein front of the churchwhile I was returning from Granada. My steps keep on gouging the streetsday and night and they never stop they never partof streets in which only my steps exist.
My steps procede marking Sevilleits limits and its bordersits sky and its riverits tongue and its wordsand when I laugh out loudit's because I'm crazycrazy from the past, crazyof thoughts, crazyof love.    CrutchesI leave you sailors of La ManchaIn black seas, I leave you and I godon't throw me life jackets I know very wellto walk over these watersI don't need your helpNeither for future mortgagesthe waves are enough for me to ridethe odor of the oranges drive me to my landand I am freer than all the freedom that you can imaginestronger than all the help you try to give meso that I walk on crutchesto later say that I don't know how to swimnot even to walk over the asphalton the wet grass of the morningThat's it, finally, I'm leaving                               let it be clear            I will not return.
Ever.