He carries over my chest, caressing my heart with something new. Kamil, shy from the eyes of the hunter. My eyes are covered with a deep stillness. My soul allows distance for improvement. A name that erases the sweetness of his hand in cooling. The sound of music increases the illness in my ears. His dream awakens, he becomes a leopard. The Ninth Model: Khalifa Othman Khalifa I am Ababa, all my versions. He does not come to me, and who am I? And I am what I am, and I am here. Since I came, I have been here for days. But I did not find people for myself. They are not going to the country. Ask the moon. And the sun of God, steadfast. They will tell you the answer. Wadi Al-Shaqiya, a secret that was silenced from afar. They do not reach, and they do not settle. They are from the indifferent. A person (Bintkourf). The smell of earth and mud. And a person who carried the burden of beauty. From the moon and two moons. - 137 -- 136 -