Bazaar

Bazaar The nights’ chest opens up - strings of illusions rattle in palms the knowing buyers haggle for a dream while the fascinated women try on toles of princesses or odalisques. In the shell of hope genuine perls are priceless. Silk labyrinth of amber and incense, amulets of shamans hidden in death, a mirage in golden cases, the drug of success paths and passions unknown potions scaffold question. Merchants with epheb faces skillfully spin shadows, scarves, dependences, embroideries, compasses, elders, rings, sapphires, open conspicuous roads. Rubys, gold, sealed fates days delirium forgotten writings bracelets and silver girdles, old things, new objects disturb the untold air. The world’s cornice crunches upon the stalls heavy stars cramped into bags shriek with undecipherable voices. Thousands of dead and living worlds rise to the skies from eyes touched by temptation.