"Jerusalem your dust we cry, your stones we brush, your light we languish, with your air filled with prayers and dreams we heal. The eyes towards you we lift them, our eyelids towards you we lift ourselves. Jerusalem, weapons of war, we cry. City at the knives of the fanatics of peace! Jerusalem the holy, the whole, the open earth, how long will they pose on you acts of anguish, treaties of despair. Your only hymn is my breath. I lay my head on your shoulder. Cause your shoulder knows things that my head dares not imagine and that your mouth cannot tell. But the one who loves Jerusalem is like the one who loves a woman according to the Kama Sutra." -Brand website.
3 h 30 min
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Unisex
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