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| Aït Ben Haddou - 1992 |
Can
you remember the immensity of the space, the golden dunes & the
red heat?
The
beautiful starry sky & the silvery coldness of the night?
Can
you remember what you felt then? In the middle of this gigantic empty
land?
Tremendous
infinity of the horizon. Absolute
beauty of Mother Earth. Did
you feel privileged to be there?
You,
in the middle of this extreme landscape. Nothing to be seen around,
even as the thirst comes tickling your throat when the sun sits
majestic in the right centre of the sky.
Do
you remember the eery feeling of isolation? And yet the sensation of somehow being
surrounded?
Nothing
but you. Everything: you.
You
are everything indeed. Nothing else matters but you.
Can
you still hear the silence, the silence of the desert?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
The
sound of your heart lost in this hugeness of sand.
Can
you hear the silence?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Can
you still hear your heart?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
The
dazzling light, the vastness of your solitude, the fulfilment of your
soul.
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
A
story from another age & yet so close.
Can
you remember that feeling?
Can
you still feel it if you try?
Such
a pure delight;
How
can such a thing be?
How
can you be?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Can
you remember every little detail, from the heat to the beat, from the
sand to the stars, from the drowsiness to the ecstasy?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Can
you remember who you are, always?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Can
you hear the sound of the desert?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Can
you hear it now, hanging around in the air like a song?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Can
you feel the heat?
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Don’t
you ever forget the sensation.
Don’t
you ever forget the rhythm.
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
Boom…
boom… boo boom…
London, spring 1999.
London, spring 1999.
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