Copyright 2007 photo by Carmen Ezgeta: Berberska kuca; Tunis; listopad 2007.- Berber Village; Tunisia; Africa; October, 2007

There is a Smile of Love,
  And there is a Smile of Deceit,
   And there is a Smile of Smiles
     In which these two Smiles meet;

       And there is a Frown of Hate,
         And there is a Frown of Disdain,
           And there is a Frown of Frowns
             Which you strive to forget in vain,

                 For it sticks in the Heart's deep Core,
                   And it sticks in the deep Back bone,
                     And no Smile that ever was smil'd,
                       But only one Smile alone

                         That betwixt the Cradle and Grave
                           It only once Smil'd can be,
                             But when it once is Smil'd,
                               There's an end to all Misery.

William Blake

  (1757 - 1827)

                                                     poet, artist, engraver

Osmijeh  The Smile                                                     

                                     (pjesma je nastala izmedju 1800 i 1804 godine, a prvi puta je objavljena 1807 godine)


©   2007  photo by   Carmen EzgetaBerberska kuca;  Tunis; listopad 2007.
                                                                                       Berber Village; Tunisia; Africa; October, 2007

© Copyright:   graphic arts, animation & design by  Carmen Ezgeta



©   2006 prepjev:   Drazen Dragovic                          


The Berbers

The Berbers lived in north Africa long before the arrival of the Arabs, and their culture probably dates back more than 4,000 years.
Berber states known as Mauritania and Numidia existed in classical times.

Between the 11th and 13th centuries, two great Berber dynasties - the Almoravids and the Almohads - controlled large parts
of Spain, as well as north-west Africa. Today, there are substantial Berber populations in Morocco and Algeria,
plus smaller numbers in Tunisia, Libya and Egypt. In Morocco, about 40% acknowledge a Berber identity,
though many more have Berber ancestry.

Berbers are identified primarily by language but also by traditional customs and culture - such as the distinctive music and dances.

There is a tendency in Morocco to regard the Berbers as backward,
partly because their culture is strongest in the less-developed rural areas.
Many of the children in these regions drop out of school because they are taught in what, to them, is a foreign language - Arabic.
The language barrier often remains a problem throughout adult life, especially when dealing with officialdom.
Berber is not officially recognised in Morocco, though French (the old colonial language) is.
There was some pressure in 1996, when the constitution was being revised, to have Berber recognised.
There are a few Berber programmes on television - mainly as a token gesture. For more about this see the Berber manifesto.

Linguistically, Berber belongs to the Afro-Asiatic group, and has many dialects.
The three main dialects used in Morocco are Tachelhit, Tamazight and Tarifit.
Collectively, they are known as "shilha" in Arabic.



[ William Blake ]

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   Postoji ljubavi osmijeh,
Te lazno kad usne se krecu,
   U osmijehu nad svim osmjesima
Oba se ova srecu;

   U mrznji se obrve mrste,
I prezir grci ih lud,
   Od grimase, pak, nad grimasom
Ti bjezis uzalud,

   U srce ta bode duboko,
I kraljeske drobi kad sjeda,
   A od osmijeha sviju
Postoji samo jedan.

   Izmedju zipke i groba
Jedini osmijeh je taj,
   A kad ti on se osmjehne
Svoj patnji tada je kraj.

William Blake