Why we fell in love with the desert and we love the sea? How one heart to love two and live two stories!
I talked about our escape to the desert away from it and its beaches in a previous article, and after forty years have passed, we are trying to get back to it in every way, but the equation has changed now, we deserted the desert with all our will and according to our terms, and we yearn to return to it now on its terms, because the cost of escape and the return bill Exorbitant, we left it when we no longer needed it, and with the change of time he no longer needed us, the shape of the city changed and we changed and the courtyard of your house is no longer the seaside as easily as you imagine.
I will tell you the story from the beginning.
How do you know both wave and beach? I always wonder how the first meeting was? My God! How well they know each other, they are in understanding the extent of cohesion, angry wave and scattered butter, the sea tends, turns boats, worries people. Only the beaches know how to cuddle him, calm him down, cuddle him with balance, reduce his eruption, accept him with love, and then begin to return to calm and tranquility.
On the other hand, when the beaches want to take a rest from the feet of human beings, and the disturbances of the scattered oysters are scattered, then listen to the solitary wave, they come with their melody, a wave that hears a melody and a second expels it, and a third washed sin, and another raised on its shoulder, and whispered: It will not I leave you for a long life.
The universe is practicing its passion with nature, melodies and reflections of brightness, clouds, and serenity. Have you ever seen how the sun rays dance on the surface of the water, or have you attended a party in which the moon glistened on the surface of the sea, all the gifts of nature in my city were free of charge, the universe paid in advance and sent public invitations For humans and all beings. Every day there is an invitation waiting, an offer begins, and continues and the door is open to all, no tickets or checkpoints and the people of Vergina were attending daily, accompanied by my grandfather, I knew why the tears shed a reason, and he refused to move with us, and when he embraced him he whispered in my ears: I would die if I left the sea !
When my grandfather left us a year and a half after we moved to our new home, I remembered my motherboard for me, and now after half forty years, I hope my children will not force me to leave the place when I grow up.
We live in places and our souls are attached to them before our bodies, we are the ones who decide to flee to the desert upon which we constructed our homes by force, and yet they received us with love and eagerness, did not get angry and did not change from the excessive craving of the sea, the desert is not jealous, but it accommodates everyone and accepts participation, but it is still difficult to understand And that is the sand puzzle.
No one has been able to decode or solve its mystery, there are those who naively believe that they have nothing to offer but the dunes, and they do not know that they are a color mine, with its deep golden yellow, red, and brown sand. And when evening falls, after a long day in the sun, it turns brown. It is a story that knows the details of its narration from its residence, and whoever does not want to listen to the story mixes things up, details of the dunes, such as mirrors mirrored, are lost in their mazes, which there is no way back from them. Few of those who were able to explore their depths, while the rest passing through believed that they were nothing more than a pile of sand, the obscene richness of the desert needed a symbol to gain access to it, our ancestors were the ones who kept our symbols and secrets from us!
My friend says: he raid when the rain falls on the desert.
I told him: No comment.
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