“I am the child of this pitiful century the child that didn’t grow up The questions that burned my tongue have burned my wings I had learned how to walk then I unlearned I tired of the oases and of… — Abdellatif Laabi Copy Share Image
My voice is the only material thing in which I can still reveal myself. Go ahead and cut off the hand or the testicles… — Abdellatif Laabi Copy Share Image
“I am the child of this pitiful century the child that didn’t grow up The questions that burned my tongue have burned my wings… — Abdellatif Laabi Copy Share Image
But understand that I want to remain alone, truly alone, so I can precede my face, my voice, my hell without anyone telling me… — Abdellatif Laabi Copy Share Image
In ourselves we harbor the intuition of another evolution, of other possibilities of life. — Abdellatif Laabi Copy Share Image
