JERICHO
Belit already in Jericho where it is never winter. Has crossed the Sinai following the route of the Mediterranean coast. The white flowers of henna and adorning the sycamores incorruptible and protect the homes of circular, we have received.
Canaan, province of Egypt, maintained Good diplomatic and military relations with Akhenaten.
Decides rest days. He has worked hard in the mines of the Negev in the extraction of turquoise and copper.
desert nomads have long been encroaching on Palestinian land. As will be engaged in disturbing the peace, making common cause with the rebels against the king, General Horemheb, has managed to end the chaos and restore calm to the territory.
Contemplating the stars, Belit, think: How to scare your cool!
And ...
Maybe he saw my wings Uxa muddy condor? I went to the underworld! More ... illusions hay rotted in the rain of tears. That smell leaves no trace in memory.
second truth ... truth ... only the distance that rises around us. But that perfumed flowers are born hoping to read their scrolls. Disappear, but immutable witness, after we destroy life, will "hieroglyph alchemical crucible, which cry, we were quiet melody, marked the compass that never despair!
He knows that the rosettes reflect igneous matter, are the wheel of life that burns in the interior of our passions atanor frightening shadow of guilt complex. Walls that hide the secret passages of our intentions.
Yes, they are absent.
The scorpion moves against the wind, the path is lost in the mountains, the trees bend, the spots drawn deep mountain lakes sky above the waters.
Ra, as the song of the cicadas and the sound of the waterfall, move, and I still like the Sphinx ocher.
But ... on my way.
BELIT-SERI
