Beginning of the novel...


On the territory of your body...
With all its terrain...
I will write my letters...
Will crush it...
With the spear of my madness...
On the tops of its mountains...
And in its cave...
Between it's valleys...
Will draw it as a tattoo...
So that the letters will not be erased...
No matter how the winds rage...
For my poem to be with you...
As a recorded history...
Preventing you from...
Any occupation...
And then will irrigate...
The whole territory of your body...
With the water of my madness...
From volcano...
Its lava erupted...
From the trace of a kiss...
Because of a flower of your breast...
Got rebel...
It tempted my lips...
To write from it...
A novel...
On your stunning body...


Hazem...