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He said... "Dance for me". Read down bellow
**Lost in Marrakesh between the smells of incense and curry.
**The arabic voices of story tellers and fortune readers.
**There I was in the most oniric sunset of my life, in Jemaa el Fna forgot my identity , my culture, my country... and turned into a belly dancer (odalisca).
**I forgot it all, you never bring you're culture to Marrakesh you need to forget to remember here.. or else the misteries of Marrakesh will be forever veiled to you.
**An identity for another, I forgot to remember.
**A men dressed in white with a long tunic over linen panths, turned to me and rubbed jasmin oil on my hands.
** I never experieced such extasy of smells...
and then He said...
Dance for me!
He said... "Dance for me". Read down bellow
**Lost in Marrakesh between the smells of incense and curry.
**The arabic voices of story tellers and fortune readers.
**There I was in the most oniric sunset of my life, in Jemaa el Fna forgot my identity , my culture, my country... and turned into a belly dancer (odalisca).
**I forgot it all, you never bring you're culture to Marrakesh you need to forget to remember here.. or else the misteries of Marrakesh will be forever veiled to you.
**An identity for another, I forgot to remember.
**A men dressed in white with a long tunic over linen panths, turned to me and rubbed jasmin oil on my hands.
** I never experieced such extasy of smells...
and then He said...
Dance for me!