I still think of you

I still think of youI engrave words on paper day and night I write to you despite all the absence and barbed wire. I sit in the corners of my room puff out my cigarettes flip the memory tape and sayI still think of youWhere did we meet and where did we hug? The camp is the origin of the stories.. I still think of youAnd dreams we drew together Nizar Yasmine and BelsanIt's all gone with the wind.. and I'm still waitingThe way to reach you is impossible and I love the impossible to reach youI will wait for the night to infiltrate you no matter how many guards your palace is