From the clay of beginning came the dance of pain; the soul crept into the clay... Adam, stand upright! The demon of ego urges Adam on, and on an apple..
My night is short, and the wall I built with the first night that entered my house is also short. I only need a light jump to climb it, and I find myself on top of the wall
1. I did it just before midnight on a winter night steeped in desolation and cruelty; I did it to give meaning to that vague sorrow that colored what remained of
She engraved saddles on my palms, then gave me horses of smoke / This desert, its colocynth is houses of mirage / Its roof is trees
This book is not without the qualities of wit and depth, which the translator Abdul Wahab Abu Zaid mentioned in the introduction to the book of the writer's memoirs
