An oasis in the desert
was 15 April 2008, I was in the Sahara Desert , Dajila of the camp. I want to give voice to what I wrote then, the people Saharawis needs us, it is unacceptable that in 2010 it is constricting a people to live in extremes of sopravivvenza. What fascinated me was seeing the pride of this gentle and peaceful people in the folds of the veil where glimpsed look of dignity and strength.
15/Aprile, Dajila, 2008
And today I am here, in the Sahara desert, I'm exactly where I wanted to be many years ago, thirty , to be exact, and I'm sitting here in the asshole of the universe, in a small number of palm oases of the one of this proud people and proud.
is not one of those who imagine oasis with a small pond and camels drink until satiated and odalisques belly dancing with bare feet and bells ... My little girl is an oasis, not There is no water even in a dream is like a mirage appear five sheep walking together, closely united with each other, look at me strange, they do like they do the people of this desert, and the men that go hand in hand when walking with Saharan their fluttering in the wind warm and snug when you are ... give me a right hand and again and again, and after having touched my fingers gently if the door to a heart and a and a ' yet another time ...
... then offered me this piece of sand as if it were the most precious thing on earth. And water in skins of goat skin, eyes shining with joy when they look at you drinking with satisfaction, the sun begins to rap and all around sparkles.
There are lots of camels, in return there are lots of flies that settle gentle read over my body, make it invisible, one and one and one more time, and I seem to see their legs resting on their hearts merry.
And children out of school as children all over the world, playful and happy with their backpacks on their shoulders and their long dresses, linger under the palm trees to play with stones and sand of their desert. The solitary sparrows flying in the air and then meet up in number two.
The wind is warm as I had imagined, the cold of the night less.
The sand-colored brick houses latte and sea ports as blue eyes cert'uni looking at me intently. It's a very sweet people, I smile at ten paces through meeting. Their observed strabocca of simply moving. There is a danger of falling in love, everyone is happy, despite possessing only the sky, the sand, the stars and the moon Menguante ... glimpsed the full lips smiling well-designed and wind back for a caress and again and again.
April 17, under the same oasis ...
Sand, sand, sand, wind and sand under the palm trees 32. Today there are a lot of bleating goats, eat some, bark. Crows fly hugging dark blue ground walnut small intestine. Reels bring him dry leaves and camel hair tangled, scorpions are on their way to sunny.
Here you keep in contact with the ground, ass to ass with it, blue and blood red carpets, velvet cushions scarlet and blue sea beyond. The tea prepared by the hands of wise pass from the engraved silver teapot in the style of a thousand and one night in a shot glass to another in the number eight, a ritual that has been repeated thousands and thousands of pleasant hours spent chatting all the facts of life.
The first sip is bitter like life, the second is as sweet as love and the third is sweet as death. How lucky to go through the three stations of this custom. Lie down, we all, men and women, at night under the stars, I can relate however I do not dare, I dare not ever mess. The silence is often the moon covers me light enough to allow me to perceive shapes House murmuring. The sweet sound of the south wind brings with it echoes of voices in the distance.
Oh! Anime wise already gone! Oh! of past, present and future, this case is more bigger than me, I will be able to embrace? These stones before they sfracelino sandy ocher color changing, before young people get lost in the streets of the world's first flight, first, first, before the elders go away forever. Where you can meet otherwise eyes so intense?
I bow to the east, greeting the sun goes away and will return tomorrow without a doubt, I greet the God here, I feel satisfaction about me, my guests feel honored, and he seems benevolent smile ...
and unpredictable wind, turning in dizzying dance invading the nostrils and the veils of my dress that I carry with pride in the manner of the King of my desert, if I get too unwilling to bury me now. Gotta find the strength to walk though with difficulty, he who hesitates is lost, it is imperative to move, criminals are those that prevent us know, will pay one day.
will return to climb the hump of a camel peaceful? I want to retrace the footsteps of one of the Lion of the desert, and those of my ancestors, are Sicilian and I do not regret, this fine sand comes to the banks every day of my ancient island, my face tells me that I was also the North African one thousand years ago ...
Sleep overcomes me at two in the afternoon, cous cous, carrots and onions and camel meat, which I will not eat at all, I can not swallow a brother so friendly and helpful, save me life one day, you remember me, I can no mistake. The flies will not let me sleep, do not want to have all the reason I have left little time to enjoy this Saharawi Chinese black veil, the veil of the men that I got in the way the head of the Berbers.
Ridono i bambini di me to vedermi Polverosa Passaro per la strada, mi hanno spiegato perché, rido with parrot giustífico elezione mine, é molto piu pratico muovermi, pompous Vestone le donne, e il mio non so tollere bastone , its me stessa inciamperei one and one and un'altra volta ancora.
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