博客來Like a drunkard, Khalfan enters with a bottle of wine in his left hand, and what looks like a Cuban cigar in his right hand... He staggers while his eyes wander over the luxurious and majestic living room. Complacently, he throws the bottle aside and starts singing unintelligible lyrics, in a clear state of drunkenness, while signs of contentment, discontentment and torment feature on his face. As if it were his deep belief, he begins to look for the thrown half empty bottle. As he fails to find it, he goes back to singing.
As a searing sun, an eyelid tear,
The wine of Eden, stored in jags.
Vintaged under sun, as a horse color,
For long wonderful nights prepared!
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