I started a journey that was all fear and danger , every step was sadness, every breath was painful, the bitter story of the journey , with all the fatigues, with all the hardships, I went through everything and everything I saw in the travelogue, I wrote
my pen, my tired feet, my notebook, the scroll of the road, the line by the foot, the
middle of the road, but I reached the old wound of the road, in the crack of the chest of the road, I came to the crossroads, I was full
of questions and fatigue. My path is behind and ahead in the dead-end of fate in its uncertainty, among these two paths, which is my path now, help me, oh love, so that I do not die, I will reach a dead end.
