Samha

<p style='margin:0cm;font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>The rain became more and more abundant as if the sky had become a giant water bladder that was cut in length with a sharp dagger the wind performing the dance of madness without stopping and its voices are the howling of old women after a great pandemic. Samha is on its way to its inevitable doom as the mountain seemed to me a giant death with its arms outstretched preparing to embrace them.</p><p style='margin:0cm;font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'><br></p><p style='margin:0cm;font-size:16px;font-family:Times New Romanserif;'>A great ark flowing in greater waves the first time I saw Samha sailing away while I was not on it I saw her huge size luxurious in construction coherent in structure. As if I was watching her for the first time sailing with determination to a written goal penetrating waves and riding others full of people and struggling for life in the midst of a dark sea.</p>