Jeux / Games poetic Algerian
The almond trees bloom at this time Mediterranean and each country has its recettes of gateaux, douce d'huiles, de lait d'amande ... Voilà, mon billet était presque quand finished in a poem cherchant amandiers sur les, des jeux poétiques extend Algériens m'ont l'incitée scale. The almond trees bloom at this time in the Mediterranean and every country has its own recipes for cakes, oil, almond milk .... Here's my post was almost finished when, looking for a poem about the almond trees, some Algerians poetic games have prompted me to extend the scale.
C'est donc a Daté article du journal du 08/31/2009 titled Magharebia Algerian women prefer poetry to sitcoms in the traditions of Ramadan who introduced me to a fascinating ritual, a poetic play in which women attempt to predict the future: the bouqala (the story of its origin here)
is an article dating from 31.08.2009 in the paper entitled Magharebia The Algerian prefer poetry sitcoms in the traditions of Ramadan, makes me discover a fascinating ritual, a poetic play in which women attempt to predict the future ; the bouqala.
Au cours du Ramadan, mais aussi l'année durant I've read, women of all ages gather at one of them, preferably on the roofs of houses, to the bouqala.
"The game is to gather around a jar (hence the name bouqala) filled with water from seven springs or seven taps: all women there are a jewel, ring, buckle earrings or a brooch.
The older women (...) recites a bouqala, poems from the oral tradition that speak of love, grief, marriage and long trips. In turn, women think à une personne en particulier et lui dédient the bouqala.
In fonction du Poème, les femmes d'explain tentent ce que prévoit l'avenir: une rencontre, séparation joins a long voyage "
During Ramadan - but I read that also in the course of the year, "women of all ages gather at the home of one of them, preferably on the terraces of the houses to make Bouqala.
"The game is to gather around a jar (hence the name Bouqala) of water from seven springs or seven taps: all women put into a jewel, a ring, a pendant or a brooch.
The older woman (...) bouqala recites, poems drawn from oral tradition and speak of love, grief, marriage and long trips. Take turns women think about a particular person and devote the bouqala.
poem Depending on the women try to explain what he foresees the future: a meeting, a breakup, a long journey. "
What attracted me is that this game brings moments of laughter, poetry and dreams in women's lives. Rather than watching television, they maintain the traditions and fun. L'unites d'elle, Fatma El Hadja dit: «Même if on n'avait aucun pouvoir qu'elle savait of prediction, croyait aux messages on the bouqala délivrait (...) et nous lorsqu'elle parlait d'une rencontre avec a beau jeune homme, and on voulait croire "
What attracted me is that this game brings moments of laughter, poetry and dreams in the lives of women. Instead of watching TV, keep having fun traditions. One of them, El Hadja Fatma says: "Even knowing that they had no predictive power, we believed in the messages that suggested (...) and when we talked about a meeting a boy, young and handsome, we wanted to believe it. "
bouqala Voici deux qui parlent d'amandes et la troisième du futur.
bouqala Here are two that speak of almonds and third in the future.
The almond tree blooms in spring
The moon discovers his light
cheeks blush modesty
Before the lover who betrayed him.
El almendro Florece in primavera
Descubre La luna su luz,
Las mejillas is sonrojan modesty
front of the lover who betrays
Ship who Gat bash Nkavera
Bellows and sugar feed Gachiha
and butter and fragrance paint Suariha
and ask ربي العزيز للحج يديها
Asfina li jaat bach nkafiha
Ballouz wa assokar nat3am ghachiha
beautiful zebad Wa Wa Wa la3tar nattli swariha
natlab rabi la3ziz lel yadiha haj.
The ship has arrived, how do I show him my appreciation?
almonds sucre et de ses gens je nourrirai. Civetta
d'essence et ses mats Parfumee j'oindrai
Et je prierai Tout-puissant Dieu Le conduire au Pèlerinage of
Mekke
The ship has come, how prove my gratitude?
of almonds and sugar will feed its people.
of musk and fragrant essences spreads her masts
And pray to God all powerful to take the pilgrimage to Mecca.
Voisine
! Ma voisine, mon coeur est pour toi et mes yeux ne voient that toi,
that ferai-je ton père if I refuse?
Neighbor! My neighbor, my heart is for you and my eyes see only you, What if your father will reject me?