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“Peace wins over wealth.”
― Algerian Proverb

“As I finished my seventh beer, my loss of hope was replaced by despair. How I miss the days where the scent of alcohol lurked into my nose but not into my brain, with a drunk brain there is nothing between the act and the thought, and under this vichyssoise of beers I now veer the most verbose”
― Benarrioua Aniss, Sons of Algiers

“Behind my words are my hopes

And behind my hopes is an angel singing my death and yours
I said to her "It's the ending of a cycle and the ending of me in your life"
She is now awake to the sound of nature and the angel's voice
We are soaring in the approaching stars
I am dreaming and cannot comprehend it
I have seen the stars
Dear stars: the awakening and the loss, we are born and fall
Dear stars, you too are above and lost and hanging like a booklet unread yet open for us all

Behind my eyes is a secret
I vouched to never share it
I see the selfsame eyes of my mother and my grand mother
And the eyes of my great grandmother, whom I never knew but felt
And so this line unto the Alef and the omega point at infinity
With my eye still I see the light, the crow that sees everything and smiles
And knows everything and smile
We comprehend a moment through him and smile
I see all around my skin and beyond
I have sung one thousand songs on the electric body
I have invented my self
I have killed my self
I am just a form of English words written by an Algerian spirit”
― Benarrioua Aniss, Sins of Algiers