Isbilia

Albert Bensoussan

1970

I’m seeking you, Isbilia, my sultana, on the cloudy circle of water where I spread my glance to pierce your reflection, somewhere, between the foam and the wave, on the crest of imperceptible degradations, somewhere, in the curly hollows where the tides swell, beyond the eyelids’ veil, and deeper than this knot in my bowels where the secret…
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