Gamal Abdel Nasser's secret letters

Here he walks on the throne of the immortal Nile, the hearts of the masses. He sees the beauty of his fingers splitting the mountain, and the water pouring down, and from the narrow alley and the small vendors he flies in the air near the clouds, grabbing the roots of the river and diverting them from the rocks of algae, bringing them close to the homes of the fishermen, servants and migrant workers, breaking the stones of the mountains and striking with them the giants rising from the graves and caves, and the magicians running around him and grabbing his huge legs clinging to the crown of Pharaoh, he separates them like leaves of trees towards the dungeons and the deserts, he looks at the crowded, stifling alleys and finds them unchanged, and the fava beans themselves are small, so small that they are as if they are invisible, but they are eternally steadfast in the streets with the smoke, steam and flies, Gamal attacks the clouds, dust and money, and the chimneys rise, distributing loaves of bread to the hungry, and his lungs fill with ash, which he turns into cigarettes Then a pipe and penetrates the map of his back.