The convoy continues:
In this poetic version, you will enter my crazy world with my consent... You now have a permit that gives you the right to delve into the secrets of my soul... some secrets and feelings... and a “washah” through which you will learn “the meaning of passion”.. and you will master the “language of the eyes” to read “The Look of a Magician”. And you step into the “first dance” with all your might.
In this version you will see a woman whose heart takes her wherever she wants.. She once lived in a state of “steadfastness”... And she walked again “beside the wall”.
Despite all the pain, you will see “my mother’s face” that speaks of love.. You will see roses among thorns.. and love in times of war.. and hope despite the pain..
