Doors from which tree milk drips

Book name: Doors from which the milk of trees drips Author: Al-Akhdar Burka Publisher: Lines and Shadows Book classification: Novel Number of pages: 190 About the book: Hesitant to lift the covers of speech from the pots, hesitant to pick a rose when pressing the button. In shooting an arrow at the heel, in opening that box, in looking through a hole in the wall, they are stung by regret over the blessing of the never-ending, language stings them broken between fingers of regret like glass, I fold it with a rope of descent to the bottom of nothingness in the darkness of their things! I extend Hamlet's night with it! As the darkness confuses with the flash of tension, confusing the certainty of time from its step, I extend their burdens' shadow under a talking sun, it’s not easy to love them and they have doubts' scratches on the marble, it’s not easy to befriend them with a cracked date palm and they have seen the wolf's hair in a glass of milk, it’s not easy to talk to them about tomorrow while they hear the catastrophe sighing in the belly of the wooden horse of tomorrow.