Prancing in the atmosphere,
Spreading death there, and here,
Thinking of herself a god can fit,
but nobody but God will stop it.

I lie enjoying her fragrant music,
Torturing my weakly thoughts and phobic;
Black revelry stimulates my blood to boil;
Saturated with the sacred Arab oil.

Under that high mountain of sadness,
The sea is roaring; The sea of madness.

The start of the end, I thought. Like a flowering tree in a storm I was; the flowers fell and I was unable to express my feeling. I vomited it. I squeezed my eyes. Rivers gushed out, watering my dry and solid soul. A dancing music from within woke up the sad rhythm of my symphony. It saturated the foggy atmosphere of the room, where a vivid colony of ants went on bursting tears and hallucinating; mourning the loss of the Queen. .. تابع / more »

After sunset, I sat down on the non-weaping rocks of the shore, looking into the deep, dark, and silent waters of the sea, seeing nothing but myself. I turned my eyes up unto the end of the horizon, I viewed the phantom of unexistence; no ships, no color, but only nothingness. Everything was dead; the light, the wind, and the waves. I tasted the flavor of harmony within my soul. .. تابع / more »