In the desert, my thoughts could breathe a bit of fresh air,
the useless became clear
I found what was necessary
I learned how to do an inventory
found the route to my imagination
(it felt like a kind of lock down)
in the desert
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Who would have thought?
Who would have thought ?
That we would be content
to only see shadows pass
or even just the sun?
Who would’ve believed that?
That he would miss her flaws
or would take pleasure in the little things
boiling water, a sip of tea
in little moments that meant nothing just a few days ago.
Then the world turned upside down
Sometimes…
Sometimes it would be three o'clock
and we would stop somewhere
mainly a windowless cafe
and the old carpet that smells like a dog
dust would fill the air
and even tea would be bad
then we would hit the road again
pedaling in the wind
a taste of blood in the mouth
mosquitoes on the teeth
memories would finally be tired
and we could go to bed slowly
hadows would get longer
and I would wait slowly
for the light to spread out
before falling asleep
this strange place*
finding this place, that strange place, it was a corner or a room, a withdrawal from the world, a desire to sleep, to silence, to stretch the eyes, to listen to the stars.
