I've learned that Egypt is a symbol of all that can be described as bad, sin, the place where God is not, after all, and so I understood that all Egyptians should have the same description. But I always wanted to meet an Egyptian. But how? Easy nowadays… And then I went out collecting all the names I know until I found a Mostafa. The idea of Arabian man I had is that one who has a thousand women around him, being served. This one though, I found alone, desolate, unhappy, sick, unemployed and above all, he was searching for true love. The following poems are dedicated to this friend, my Egyptian friend and you will realize that the idea I had was totally wrong. Did he find the true love that he was looking for? Was he found? Read them and find out… This is the real story of Sunshine from Egypt and his princess, the Fairy Passionata from an ocean of distance.
