|Of Mirtos full. Smell, black berry color,
white flower and green leaf.
Citadel, tower lookout hidden in a harmonious way, carved in brick a thousand nights desired.
Finishing wealth, arabesque that spreads water and is a reflection of light imperishable centuries.
Smell that intoxicates, perfume of idylls, encounters.
You attract, kidnapped in a protected world.
Up to here the lamentations do not arrive, everything is silence.
A flight of silks transports our spirit feeling that moment.
And when the time of day goes dark, the spell continues.