Morocco is a port of flavors,
fruits,
flavors,
markets,
street secenery
and boys from the country,
selling their tresors,
waiting for any luck,
sometimes I stop the car,
days I drive on,
I go and buy and alterbate shops and markets,
the mood of the day,
means a lot about what and where,
and how much,
a remarkable paradise of fruit,
a garden filled with passion,
and smiling girls smiling,
when they eat the fresh and purple fruit.