The wind...

Everything begins and ends on an island that dances between calmness and turmoil. Here and now on the island of Shabeybey , the still night stretches itself by groaning noises, a flow of spoken whispers, shouting secrets, and by the wind that makes thousands of stars twinkle with a hunger of passion, desire, and oath. This is the wind that takes control over the sea when they are next to the fire so its not to fly within the salt, or when they lean out over the cliffs, wanting to fly out to sea like an angel. A wind that offers this dance of uniqueness on the dampened earth with the name of a woman waiting in vein for her loved one to come back.... Is that possible?