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Your lover leaves too soon, walking in the privacy of your room and in the Mediterranean area Moroccan lanterns. The excitement has not disappeared, however, and the night is still young.

Slowly, without thinking about it, follow the corridor where you wandered alone before a thousand times. But he never looked quite like that. The corridor extends to infinity in both directions, lit only by lanterns that glow softly, shining on every page. Candles fluttering shyly behind countless glass windows, projecting delicate red, turquoise, gold, and the vaulted ceiling, the tile floor. Pastels complexity of everyday life are reduced to their purest essence. Geometry. Light. Primary colors.

Note With the adoption of all lanterns that everyone is unique, created by human hands, one after another after another. Their existence seems impossible in the modern world. They are too wasteful, too unique, too good. You have always been led to believe that quantity beats quality, conformity is a virtue, and the routine is something to be achieved. But you were misled only by the icy shadow of fluorescent lamps, which were constructed by machines for machines. Now you can ignore this illusion. All the little fights, all the hidden resentments disappeared, all insoluble problems that have weighed on your mind. You suddenly understand that life is not more complicated than the light of a lantern still Moroccan.

Then you are the feelings so remote that you can not even be sure if they are reminded in this life. Simplicity. Romance. Adventure. Within each curved wrought-iron lamps with henna, craftsmen epics of survival and triumph are coded. Such as Morocco itself, are the lamps of the sum of the various religions and cultures – European, Christian, African, Muslim – all different, but absolutely essential to the design of the lanterns. They capture the souls of their creators, to loosen again in a kaleidoscopic display of color and light. The latter, designed by an artist Berber Marrakesh, based on a design made popular by an Arab in Casablanca. These are not ordinary lights, but the distillation of centuries of human experience.

It is marching further forward. Her lover is always a few steps ahead of you aware of your steps because you’re not even touching the ground. And Moroccan lanterns light the way riveting silence and honesty.

Without fear, without hesitation, you reach and touch the shoulder. The shoulder looks at you. Windows of delicate red, turquoise, gold, and dance across the face of the beloved. Through the window we saw a colorful peaceful mind, without malice or duplicity. Below you can see that the light cast a spell on you as well, and you wonder what your secret Moroccan lanterns were exposed. But if ever a hidden side of you the world, it no longer exists. They are found both by a long-lost innocence up forever surrounded. Everything has changed, and you fell in love again. It is disturbing that the light alone could do this kind of transformation.

Around you, the lights are silent witnesses of the time. Their own history has been taken prisoner by the window. He will be told again and again by the light of the mysterious Moroccan lanterns.