Desert dogs run through my dreams,
light, fast, and silent,
just like the wind of God;
beautiful and regal, night after night
wildly they bound.
I smell it, naturally I smell it:
my heart is their prey.
How could I ever feel fulfilled,
if I didn`t run until I was spent;
if I didn`t run night after night, didn`t race
with the phantom, alien
Translated by Tiina Aleman
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