Shahrazad

And women practiced magic and sex In the river, in the evening and candle time. You will claim that you have been with Sinbad On each ship. And the doors have been opened for you And the daughters of your gender, For their desires, machinations and lies. King Shahryar will be astonished by your great tales He who meditates every night in your lips, Then in your neck To see how the sword can get a position in it! He will be amazed as you lead him like a blind man Out of the realm of illusion Then into the realm of illusion. Shahryar will forget little by little The tragedy that has quaked him And made him pure ashes. He will pay attention to you: To every tale, To every dream, To every word, To every letter Until he becomes at the end of your magic tales A happy and peaceful child, A child without a memory!

There are doors

Do not get very happy When the door of love is open for you. There are doors whoever enters them Will only come out lost or absent-minded. *

My beloved, your apples are ripe! So where is the problem? In the rain or the wind or the orchard?