Paint The Hell Colourful To Compete The Paradise

[“Only in complete silence, will you hear the desert.”]― Anonymous Bedouin Blow a gentle wind for this tiresome journey recite that long poem to get a sound sleep in your bosom. Your finger tips turn into a mild eraser to delete few sins if any? And give me the courage to walk straight along this bending road and the desert be full of Oasis for this Bedouin and the life long partner Camel. I take out my precious lute and we sing together that Nomadic lyric; 'so come on now nomadic you, nomadic me. I am walking on my knees nomadic you, nomadic me. a lot of things to see I got a ticket for a nowhere ride, everyday I have been a bit outside nomadic you...................' Then the faraway Aldebaran star in the night sky definitely show us the Paradise!