They say that, on a certain occasion, while my teacher, Djalal al Din Rumi, immersed in an ecstasy of Divine Love, was reciting poems charged with passion, a foreigner who was sitting among us could not contain himself and began to cry and moan, enraptured by the beauty of what I was hearing. In this way, when my teacher finished and opened his eyes, the foreigner asked him: "Oh sir, where did you find the inspiration to write those verses?" To which my teacher replied: "From the same place where you have found your tears." The Dervish Tavern.

In this work you will find stories taken from the sands of the desert, hidden under the turbans of its inhabitants, who narrated them a thousand times next to the heat of their bonfires, illuminated by the brilliance of the stars and the half moon, while the coffee was leaving. roasting, inviting us to also taste the taste of the most refined and subtle wisdom. Others, however, are based on my numerous experiences along this path of perfection. And, there are even some that belong to the mystical legacy of the oldest brotherhoods, which have been passed down as a testament from generation to generation so that everyone who is thirsty can drink from our river and live. Although, like the dunes, they have been changing due to the influence of the winds of time, nevertheless they continue to belong to the oases where the caravans stop to rest on their way through life, knowing that it is a safe place where the shadow of the palm tree announces a good supply of dates ready to calm the appetite of the pilgrims who managed to get here.