I am an empty hole
Got nothing to give
No thoughts to be
Told
I am a stone
A bare stone
In the desert
With a little water
Inside
A Stone
Nowhere
The best way is to move
Forward quickly
Running right out
Into the desert sun
Inspiring the vultures
Into the land of
Nowhere
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Fantastic Vision
One night I dreamt that
Every human was free
Each one living in their own tree
A small treehouse for each one of us
In a green utopia
But I woke up in the desert
Cold and frozen
The trees had left
For a better forest
And I just walked around
N absolute horror
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Reflection
Having to deal with reality
In one way or the other
Not so meaningful or hopeful
More grey and slow moving
Filled with fear, anger and
Frustration
It is all there, we have to
Deal with this
In our everyday life
Trying to steer away from the most
Obvious traps
Life moves on like a migrant bird
On its way from the desert to the tundra
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The Desert
A cold and windy place,
The desert seemed eternal
Like the ice on a lake in the winter
People in an empty place
Moving around like flies
Just existing in an artificial
Space
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On the Road
Life can be like
A very long journey
Through the desert
Windy, sandy and dirty
Slowly draining you of energy
Changing the perspective
Turning around the prism
In the kaleidoscope
Nothing is clear
The way has been lost
Long time ago
So suddenly
Any road is the right one
If you don’t know
Where to go
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Sands of Time — Discover
Sometimes another perspective is necessary in order to understand the world. This place reminds me in an awkward way of the far north. Places with only snow and no trees, windy stretches of roads often clogged by snow dunes up to five meters.
Photographer James Dee Clayton travels across Morocco, across the tallest dunes of the Sahara Desert.
via Sands of Time — Discover
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Rhinoceros against virtues
I like to open my mind and forget all the virtues
Just being inside the rhinoceros
Watching all the people in the desert
Driving by on their bicycles
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Survival
Survival of the fat manÂ
in the desert is a hard
thing
This is mainly due
to the many dessertsÂ
eaten throughout the years of passive
aggressionÂ
Then just this out in nowhere
no water
no friends
no visits to that nice place in Alexandria
that some calls library but as everyone knows
is the halls of quiet ecstasyÂ
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