El Gran Sahara Oriental

El Gran Sahara Oriental

Tuesday


Looking through the door


you never know if there is exit o entry way


but just seated for a while


the World walks in front of you


Do you need a flying carpet?


a pretty harem wife?


a good sleep?


or a magical lamp?


Do not ask him, the old man is as lost in Earth as you are

Sunday


The old man who rides the sunsets


always finds easy friends to finish the beer stock


but at the following morning, thereis always a different window




to look through a different world


where the new


and the old


join under the inmemorial sun


Ok, I have hang over, it is time to eat something fresh



the old man has finally arrived


to the water


the sand


and the loneliness sunsets


He is not at home yet



he just looks at the other men


trying to find out the way back


but there is always another bend


another sea


another hotel


The fortress is still closed

Saturday

Tobruk, where the deads have peace under palm trees


and the rust never sleeps


Sabratah, echoes of old stones

that want to go to the sea


and play the never endig drama


Heading North among the olive trees


remembering the land of our fathers



Thursday


Magna Leptis


treasure of golden ages


written on the sacered stones


where work the new slaves


under the same old owners


Behind the columns


lives the mad


But the sweet night


always comes


El Alamein, where the beach is graveyard


for thousands died for no reason


so far away from the green grass of home


The old man is always young enough to make new friends


getting his way on the sand


and riding among the old heroes


of forgotten wars


battled by non name warriors


who feed the oil that feeds the camel


that lives on the deep trap sand



full of bones and madness