I am a mere Trader,
Riding the steed of straw pen, going onward, marking from point to point, passing through the entanglement of the letters’ askew lines and the imaginative depth of the circular skirts.
Lending my heart to the mesmerizing windings and picturesque shapes.
I pass by the musicians and dancers and I drink till I get drunk as a lord, then I reach the land of melancholy. There I sell a piece of my soul to purchase a merchandise so to bring it for those who are awaiting me. May it be delicate to the purchasing eyes…
