Caesura - Vi. Poem by Habib Tengour

She has never left that trace that sometimes can be read in the rock. Everyone localizes there where a nostalgia presses him. To describe her you invoke the trees and the fauna all around. All the villages of Arabia with their early flowers and their gusts of wind get listed.

An ideal geography in which all stations are equivalent. The women of the tribe are beautiful and inaccessible. Violent desire mocks your ardor. With nothing holding it back it drifts into the joust. There's also the red wine and the angry outbursts.

‘And love? How does that happen, in the desert? Because people love, before all else!'

The poet trusts in his technique and in the scope of the vocabulary. He has a whole year to accomplish his task.