The Air Mountains
triangular massif
still in my heart dear,
vast arid on the edge of Sahara
beckons me dear,
touching moments
in Guerewol, Cure Salee...
still in my soul,
Niamey, Agadez, Arlit...
dancing around
when I close my eyes
and my bosom thirsts
visit you again
before my wings tired.
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