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Translation: Hussein Nahaba The look was listening to our conversation quietly, moving his gaze between me and the man. I realized that he understood everything: he flew a little and retreated to be able to control his necessary surge. And like an athlete throwing his mercy, I confirm my beak full of my mouth. When I fell on my back, I felt freedom and that the eagle was suffocating eternally in my branching blood deep inside me that was flooding all the banks.