The Blind of the Cathedral

Bachir:
How marvelous is this human brotherhood that feels as good as warm bread.

Hala:
It's true. My father always tells me: all religions are good, it's humans who are bad.

Illusions Merchant:
Pretty girl, fate changes from one minute to another. Sometimes, it is good, some other times it is bad.

Hala:
Upon you, hot coals fall from the sky. Happiness or misery, no one can tell.

Bachir:
You are sure you didn't see the priest?

Hala:
I did. But I couldn't tell you. I didn't want to cause you pain.

Bachir:
He was disfigured, isn't it?

Hala:
No! Not at all! You'd think he was sleeping.

Bachir:
The priest and the lute were everything to me. Now I lost them.