The feeling that accompanies me is the one that now belongs to me. It is as if a substance, a kind of magic potion, is flowing into me. A flow that makes fun of words. What's in that language? In those signs that like hieroglyphics tell mysteries that are far away yet never so close? What are you hiding from me? What does it give me? What does it add or take away? The strange cries I hear hit me. Allah often resounds and for me it is always a kind of blessing, but also of resignation, a kind of surrender to God. I put myself in God's hands. God willing. Once again the will of my free will meets the arms raised in surrender. Surrender to life, to its flow, to fate. God. God accompanies me and protects me, God welcomes me and sings my praises. God is in every wonderful creature that I have the good fortune to meet on my path. Wandering through the souks, the narrow streets, the markets and through the soul of the people, I find the meaning of my way. Of my trip. The
I am not expected by anyone.
others, those creatures so different but so similar
I have no ties today. I am like an absolute monarch,
are myself in the mirror. It's always me.
the sun king of Marrakech.
Reflected in eyes I don't know. Which I don't think
I get lost in very narrow alleys.
I know. Who venture unknown paths.
Alleys of cats and children who, like us in the past,
Which I meet every time I set out on a journey,
play and chase each other in the streets.
traveler or pilgrim.
The Medina is a kingdom. Like a kingdom, with its
The path opens bridges.
borders, its inside and out, its donkeys, carts,
Opens heart, soul and mind.
gymnastics to free itself from traffic jams. Instead
A city of infinite beauty.
of getting lost, I find myself.
From fearless wonders.
Instead of getting lost and wandering, the feeling is
From infinite silences.
that that geographical space has always been mine.
A city that opens up. Giving me emotions.
Know him like the back of my hand. 17