The Aesthetic of Morocco

A few thoughts:

The hum of merchants rising to the desert sunrise, the vibrant world of colour and noise awakens the Moroccan heart. As it beats to the untamed rhythm of the cities, one need simply stare in wonder.

Asilah, Morocco

Here: In daytime we pray through flowers, orange peels in peony shaped waves that crumble like linen.

Below us a seawall tiles of starfish deconstruction in sand with the hamam of the ocean.

A full moon below already inside us now glowing divine twilight.

Phosperescent sisters humming Arabic

The body as lace,

A geranium and how I name it

A clean bed mirrors the mind asleep or awake the record continues,

The flower as messenger

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