You woke up last night,
in the middle of the dune of oblivion,
in the middle of the stillness of your desert…

You walked with the wind in front,
remembering your days,
remembering your luck…

Spoiled oasis,
of warped dreams,
of clipping mornings…

Palm trees of lies,
with bitter coconuts…
with shadows without springs…

They are the deserts of our lives,
of mine, oh my friend, and yours,
of those journeys without North…

Deserts of ambiguous lives,
of the happy, of the bitter,
of the living, of the strong…