- Jizan was a dream of a little girl
- for who an old sheer curtain was the perfect veil.
- Jizan is a dreamer, a spirit, a soul,
- who came to my body a long time ago.
- When the moment is right and the music is loud
- my body awaits for that beam of light.
- Don't you dare to ask me why the spirit, the soul,
- it's something from the past, believe me...I know.
- It was told to me more than a hundred times,
- she danced in my dreams and she is with me now.
- It is only magic, it is a past life,
- if I don't believe that, there would not be a Jizan.
- Jizan is today, tomorrow...who knows?
- but I'll always keep asking the angels I know...
- to bring her forever and to let her know,
- that if she stops dancing, my spirit.......is gone
2009 SFBA MECDA