Its soil is saffron

These texts are not autobiographical, nor anything close to it. There is a degree of imagination in it, and there is a lot of artistic craftsmanship in it. * It contains illusions - events, visions - characters, kernels of events that are dreams, and clouds of memories that should have happened, but never happened. * Perhaps it is a process of becoming, not a biography. It is not only subjective. * It is a finding and a loss, in the marble city, white-blue, which the heart constantly weaves, and which always floats on its luminous, frothy face. * Alexandria, oh Alexandria, you are not - just - the solid pearl of life in its unopened oyster. * However, my song to you is nothing but a murmur and a whisper. Edward Al-Kharrat