May I remember the Jasmin. May I remember the long hours wandering and reading the walls. Pedro the King…
Not a travel poem, not a Souvenir, not a mystery. I visited the Reales Alcázares and I lived there long hours.
I loved there and I asked there for answers to other poems. The Patio was once my Theater, and once my dance-hall.
Inside I spoke on Tales, and for me, the Tale was narrated by my friends visiting me there. I was a Prince, I was an Emir.
The Moon as a new face. The book will be open. The Nature was built. The Heaven my Garden. Nùr ‘alà Nùr. Al-lâh guides whom He wants. Subhânà Al-lâh al-‘Azîz al-Habîb.
Abenyusuf 