From which story do you want, your habit of not being a disaster, your being your security from which land, from which air you belong to my tribe, a sky of separation from wherever you are, a messenger of blossoming in you and the concern of the savior of my heart, purity of blue or cloud, not God, my dew, the height of my arms, not much, not a little, take me with you , I am greedy to go, I love to conquer the enemys horizon, my return, take me with you. The smell of you is my old tunic , what good is it to go with you, to go always go, what is good like the shadow of your companion being in front of the roads, what would it be to give up on the journey , the poem of the journey of the verse had no last verse The life of my departure and you did not have the last breath The end of the poem of the journey, the end of my life, the moment of my death, the moment of my arrival, take me with you.
