between us,
I do not know how an Arab looks like,
where is one is located, or how one uses one brain's synapses.
but i heard that one Arab is sweet when one is sleeping and no one is around to disturb that peaceful sweet sleep or long 'mediational' napping.
Otherwise, that sweetness turns into what i call: the Arabic factor.
when it happens, that sweetness can not possibly described by the laws of physics or astronomy....although the start and croissant pops up everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem