all things with constant

اThe year has seasons and months that are renewed with constant diversity. All things here continue with fixed and renewed features, with clear landmarks and standards, with a deep concept far from superficiality and fragility.

 No matter how dark the sky was and rained, and the thunder screamed and roared, and the clouds clouded with rain, just as the dove has a landing strip, so all the birds compete with each other to land and return to their nest, but the dove has a different weather from everyone else. It has a different stage, airport, runway, nest, and hideout. It lands on the shoulder, bleeds or heals the wound, to drink, to dance, to hear. You play, you feel the whisper of a whisper, the heat of feelings is felt by the feeling of the pulse with the heartbeat, your fingertips touch the spark of electricity of the pulse, translated, written, engraved and drawn, an epic that will not be repeated, and no one will be able to erase it for history, an unforgettable memory that does not distinguish, that works as an honest witness to history, a pen that analyzes, records, records, and documents.