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I found war and separations in the promised paradise in a paradise that should have been beautiful like our kiss, in the bed of love... Two temples — together — on two sides of one forehead: two bodies — together — on two sides of one city, a city that should have been sweet, like paradise. A city in which the dark "idol" of oil issued a fatwa for war and for separations bitter, bitter... Who fired toward this forehead? My vermilion spring runs, lost, over the breast of the soil whispering forever the beating of your heart: my love