My desert has no name, nor sand nor wind drag.
There are chasms hidden under the hot sun,
gray nor animals to be afraid.
In my desert roads have never been beaten.
Yet we all pass without fear of getting lost.
In my desert is a beautiful smile,
hair and blacks that bind each tiny grain with the earth.
My many desert oasis.
Many of these are new, others come from lost days.
Soon you can find in the flower fields, forests dormant
that cradle silence.
