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Everything Here... in the voice of Tara Fares
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B2 · Upper-intermediate
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- 127 words a minute: slow, clear speech.
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Hello, my name is Jumana Al-Talal and this is my poem, Everything Here, in the voice of Tara Faris.
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In the next life, death has the sense not to creep around me, breathe my air.
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B2 · Upper-intermediate
Comfortable if you already follow TV news
- 87% of the words are B1 or easier.
- 127 words a minute: slow, clear speech.
- 8 harder words (B2 and up) in the whole episode.
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Hello, my name is Jumana Al-Talal and this is my poem, Everything Here, in the voice of Tara Faris. Delirious, I am laid to rest in the clavicle of a bird whose remaining body is a ghost. In the next life, death has the sense not to creep around me, breathe my air. air. Bright, bright, this new world, and ugly. To have been taught nothing remains of my body,
and still my limbs, what to make of no one watching. No rush, nothing to return to, but a mildewed grief. Here, there is space, there is space, and nothing will fill it. Some days I dream no one is watching. I dream I am small standing beneath the rim of a graying sky my soup and body a willow leaf carried in the quivering wind. All I wanted was to be left alone
to drive a beautiful car to veer to the edge and quiver against a beloved's body instead. I am rosined into the earth, brittle as bone. Someone's look what happens when you look what happens. How many have died in my name and inherited death?
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