Spring of Andalusia

Those colorful lights went out, fading behind the scenes of an unfortunate time. All the books of legends grew old and sank into the depths of the enchanted pink sea. Its sailor dived in and returned carrying that Andalusian tale… It shone and glowed like a captivating pearl adorning the faces of the Arabs. Everyone wonders and asks, where are the youths of the night? Where is the defender of humanity? Have the leaves of their youth truly withered? Will their Andalusian sword be translated into a wooden sheath?! The memory of our Andalusia is a source of pride, and its days were a life of prosperity for every alphabet. No land has died when its leaders were supporters of truth and sowers of good. Everyone longs for its gaze and dreams of sitting under the branches of its small trees. All people on Earth gaze at it, contemplating the splendor of its towering castles and its streets adorned with the letters of Islamic justice. Everyone is in awe and wonder, captivated by the sincere and proud winds of jasmine.