The Taste of Death

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They will say he loved a girl older than him?! He needed her tenderness and compassion, not her love and heart. So be it; I am but dust in the wind, needing someone to hold me close. They will say: a madman, almost ending up faceless in the street. So be it. Did I ever have a face when I followed my father up the hills to the summit of Ibn Jubayr? They will say: books drove him mad. Before them, he was heartless, and after them, mindless. The books he read made him live within them, separating him from reality; he was no longer himself. So be it. Show me someone who can say he is himself! They will say: her eyes destroyed him, as he drowned in them like a feather from a seagull’s wing swaying on the calm sea. So be it. Could I have a more beautiful fate than to drown in their depths?! They will say: He ripened before his time, and burned before he was ready! So be it. In love, I live in tropical forests that do not recognize seasons as a measure of ripeness, nor heat as a means of burning. I burn within myself for myself; I die so as not to lose myself…!!!