The Scent of the Damp Mirage
In the distant savanna,
Within the land of nostalgia, lie the dreams of graceful panthers—
Ebony wood from forests, caught between dreams and the scent of warm rain.
On a cliff by the Nile River,
A delta marsh surrounded by wondrous jungle,
And the topography of tranquil sandy isles—
Golden pearls between desert hills.
The sky was milking the great tent,
We write to you beneath the vast canopy,
Lighting a candle for peace to grow.
Inhaling the perfume of life unmasked,
The scent of rain draws gentle kisses
Upon immaculate walls—
A lamp illuminating the soul.
A moist dream garden within eternal love,
Whispers of hope in the ear,
And the marvelous warmth of a liver cleansed in a rut, trembling
Like a beautiful dance of joy.
A love within great noble and deep repose,
And children, in the silent sanctuaries of villages,
Drink the nectar of songs of serenity.
In anguish, tenderness, the melody of nature,
And the beauty of the land of eternal dreams—
Water from the country of nostalgia,
Of long-forgotten embraces.
Though alienation cloaks the mystery of visions with no tomorrow,
The horizon blooms—
The journey unfolds across the entire planet.
