I am from the bottom of the stories I come from the bottom of the stories from Zamharir without books I come from the silent city I come from the ashes girl of this landless gypsy The lantern behind the window in this night
is the Chinese star of the storyteller, write a better story tomorrow dotted and from the header tonight
, the night of the banquet in the palace of ice, ivory and crystal of the birth of my prince here , next to the mountain of light I am unclothed and breathless, a corner full of cage suffering for the poor hands The miracle of one Enough kiss as if a star is pouring and pricking as if in the window frame of my crystal shoe Look that the miracle horse has come to the stairs as
if it has come to my sleep, our beloved prince, O storyteller, write a better story tomorrow and write from the head.
