Coming like a Miracle Each Year
Fasting is the first guest of my pen's new homeland. Just as happens every year, the time has come and the clock's miraculous alarm has sounded: we saw the non-aging, ever-fresh, ever-bright moon on the horizon as a fine, silver bow. We suddenly realized how much we missed this angel of love that has been a friend of our spirit since the beginning of time. Like a fine, silver reed, the moon made ...