them levied stories
streets of bungalows
glories of a heavy slide
down the rain
prying on the Bedouin
till his jar goes missing
far away getting closer
grandiose scheme lost
forever in a search
of a name adrift
through many waves
ebbing away the remains
of an aghast day
prying on the bride
of a numidian and his calvary
of steriles stires
lovely scene shot
so gentle and soft
in the middle of a desert
so scarce and brittle
like the day of inception
