Doar I walk the aisle of this aerie,
gazing upon the descent in fascination.

Such a simplistic endeavour for most, yet I walk with a wandering gait, pausing here besides the tunisian Khalef al Fata tower in the kasbah. Seeing the medusa gaze ever so resolutely, while Hadad sleeps.

Would you stroll with me on Byrsa hill, to immerse yourself in the past?

Would you lay with me on the sands of Hammamet as the sun is fading?
imaskitzo I sometimes imagine what song I'll walk down the aisle to 041031
what's it to you?
who go