Don’t believe me if I tell you about the war

Standing in front of a projection of Adam Zuabi’s videos, which bring together the Asmaa Azaizeh’s own grandmother, the waves of Mediterranean, and the old town of Haifa, the Palestinian poetess makes full use of her rich voice, supported by Haya Zaatry’s singing and music. A poetry of revolt, of desire as much as of distance. “I confess, I stole the sheep on a moonless night/I put the moon in the fridge so that poets won’t celebrate it/And hope became a barren desert/And the angels thought that was the end/And blew into their trumpets.”

With Asmaa Azaizeh, Haya Zaatry

Poem Asmaa Azaizeh
Music, singing Haya Zaatry
Video Adam Zuabi 
French translation for surtitles Henri jules Julien

Production Asmaa Azaizeh, Haya Zaatry, Adam Zuabi
Executive production Haraka Baraka
Co-production Théâtre Cinéma de Choisy-le-Roi Scène conventionnée pour la diversité linguistique
In partnership with France Médias Monde