O love, give us your hand so that we can see! We are the blind of all temples! We listen to the music of your volcanoes in our steps and to the rhythm of its horses jumping over the darkness hurdles, our wings are beating! We are the ones who ring your bells while heavens…

It is not a ghost coming out of a magic book what is clinging to the window They are the elusive leaves of October They came early playing with the wind the game of farewell,  not keeping one poem to the coming winter! The autumn with his full allurement,  though emerging of an exhausted memory…

Between us there’s a road No space for a car or real human steps! Between us there’s the verdancy but not the grass or the softness of the sea but not the sea!  Between us there is a road or even less! One road is turning around in you and me! You sing Abid al…