We are staying in the house of a caddy of Shiraz, a family of Ibn Battuta. The moon shadows sweeping corners. At this time no one in the souks, nobody in the streets in silent facades.
I received your mail. Do not mention it, but I recommend you buy a hyacinth-stone, hyacinth Compostela, conveys a lot of energy, this energy helps to walk with great force, and is, an element of protection.
Palms I see from the window edges remind me of our pieces of the moon disappear Nile filled desert wind. The landscape returns from the mist. The sun is your friend.
Melancholy has no rainbow. The nostalgia, the zephyr relics. It is not easy to revive a love. Is sadness
virtuous? I do not know. But boredom is obscene.
The passion of love has no face, just grin. Dreams fade. The more love we have experienced throughout our lives are choruses are repeated stickers. Poems teeth are unknown.
kisses sometimes ridiculous float. They mutter silent shadows who can not free our fate. We should forget caresses of love corrupted. Now, looking lonely hours between verses tiritan.Nos love to fill our lives with joy without thinking that the end, many loves are relics of indifference. Love quiet, hidden, eventually desplomarse.Hay that reach the threshold of eternity without troubles.
. But nothing like the grasshopper in autumn, die without receiving alms of hope. Beyond the dark and stony neglect, no kisses, no lines. Only in my grave, ash.
Tomorrow I will continue. We have reached
Takrit and am a little tired.
I had a strange dream. I was a part of the convoy of a sultan, this was escorted by many Mamelukes. Magnets, muezzin, escorted the women of the sultan. Beautiful women, which we call such jatun. "
I had to fight a terrible battle against a huge two-headed lion. I just attacked me. Meanwhile, some palm trees synchronized diving gave the desert air.
arose a naked jatun a pond oasis. Hand in hand we went to a shop in the souk. A white-bearded Bedouin waiting for us in a position of pearls. He explained he is there to take us to Paradise Amores have not End When we were to leave, the numbers who sing your song exactly and uncover signs of the Zodiac Destiny, I was booted from the company of women and ... I woke up. I hope to see some poet or fakir on the meaning of this dream. Ibn Battuta
My friend is going back to Baghdad to meet travelers going on a pilgrimage to Mecca.
do not know, I do not know where to direct my steps, perhaps India.
Belit
