I went on long journeys until the night of the Taj Mahals fatigues until the silent night of Shiva, the dinner table full of sonnet bread was nowhere dearer than my homeland, no room was my shadow, what a
spectacle the city of Venice was, it was a pirate ship, the night of Rome with all its bishops, the night of lonely springs, nowhere was dearer than my homeland, no room was my shadow,
Madame Tussauds museum was empty, the place of faces It was a straw, it was a fog dance with red buses, dancing and the design of a carpet, nowhere was dearer than my homeland, no room was my shade, the
morning was the Chanelizet, it was moonlight, the palace of Versailles was blue, it was blue like Salvador Dalís dream, the city of Paris was a city without sleep, there was no room dearer than my homeland, there was no room for my shadow, there
was a lady with a torch, a black man on the other side, a Turk was unemployed, the city was empty. The angel was cold, there was rubble on the red and black heads, there was no place dearer than my homeland, no room was my shadow,
my pain was a painless nightmare, I was by my side and what a lifeless night it was, the night of loneliness, the kites, the night of the beginning and the night of the end, there was no place dearer than my homeland, no room was dearer than my homeland, no room was my shadow
