The past does not return

My eyes fixed on him while I was in my seat, as if they had suggested to me that this man was the "center of power" among this group, and I did not say anything that made him laugh or what made him cry. After a while, I saw what astonished me: I saw Anisa''s smile emerge from the turbid features, just as the arc of the crescent appears from the folds of a dusty cloud. Then I thought I was in a dre...