Today is Saturday. Rainfall is going on for twenty-three days.
Drought in the Rain Tip Tip rhythm creates new desires. When the rain touches the soil, it reminds me of my childhood. I remember coming to bed with rubbish soil, to build clay crevices.
When or how to make small houses for the date-palm? It seemed as if there was a full ambition of the mind in this small joy. But now the mind is different.
Now she does not want to play with mud, she wants to dream of a new dream. She does not want to enjoy the dust today. Today she has joined the ruthlessness of modern times. Today, she wants to make the imagination of mind in reality. He is desperate to fulfill the desire of the mind. With the dream of a dream, he looks at the blue sky.