While we confront the red sandstone and colorful head-gears in snake coils we manage to hold still as if we are holding an oil lamp through a silky darkness of the desert .
The lamp sits before us with a warm bread that brightens up a dark inner palate and its yellow light colors the swirling dancer- A girl dancer swirls her marigold moment.
We hold still to avoid a camera shake with memory’s superimposition on girl. The drum beats its rhythm to catch the liquid girl to be like a lamp-lit pearl- drop under leaf . Night sheds ,in the winter of our time, a leaf slowly falling its bright yellow moment.
We hold still a shaking camera of night from a shaking body to catch a glimpse of the moment.