It was necessary to doubt to reach certainty

And from the clay to know the Lord of the worlds

And from the water to blow into the perfume and tame its clouds

And to enter the wandering and absorb its mirage

I sip the whisper as wine and longing

And to grow like the flute on the flutter of moaning

And pray to the jasmine god

An ascetic who knocks on his door

I gather the bees on the poetry

And absorb its saliva

Oh my God

I have known passion and addicted to its satisfaction

And questioning walked within me

Who am I and the universe is a forest?

And the pain of ugliness is a dense night?

And the light its fault

This path is clear

Thorns respond to the exile

Throwing their wound over the years

So that time passes stuffed with gloom

Oh my God

Lead my hand to me

While my shadow ascends?!

I have cracked and night has lowered its fangs

What I hope for is lost

So reveal me

Perhaps

I can guard against my fear

And hunt its wolves

Mysterious in search

My travels and my adornment

Dark is what I love

And the wandering is similar

For a god

Who did not baptize me with prayer

Did not show me the light

Did not open its door

Longings form a revelation in the heart

A breeze that seduces it

An earthquake that struck it

Deceptive is what a friend said to a friend

Bright like snow

And the clear was tainted

Dark is what I hope for

I delve into the manifestation

Whenever certainty approaches

It shuts its door

Who am I

And the deficiency is complete

One and the plural is a forest

Whenever I throw my shadow to the dictionary

The sun disappears

And the night sharpens its fangs

And I understood the riddle

And understanding renounces

What does writing do to ugliness,.