I don't know where we came from and how... It is not blasphemy as much as it is etched on the chisel of speculation... That's why I got close to the Roma community that lived in the countryside... I felt that it was vibrant with the spirit of nature and the heart of its air... My memory saved a lot of her nomadic breath in my forthcoming writings. Thus, life was captured from the village and childhood, watching the birds jumping over the art, and ivy stubbles renewing their shine over the corner of the sunset, on which the narrative scarf was thrown... Like me, she tells tales of a thunderbolt that flashed in the fog... And she brought a poet, a royal poet named Lorca.
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