― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
Are you lost ?
yes I am lost
seeing the film again and after 20 years
what is left of me ?
after 30 years when I dreamed to be another
the way we punish ourselves
for wanting to escape
the white women
versus the latin women
the latin women versus the african one
but we where all just one alone
I just know that I felt ( was this a once more burgueoise dream?)
That it was possible
it was possible
I cry now
from a desk on english lands
as an alien
loveless
and I remember who I was
the mint tea
the market lights
and the kisses of the men
that crossed my path
as they where travellers standing
kissing lips after lips of men and women alike
their gazelle eyes
their musk oiled skin
travelling and loving
escaping for ever
the drums under the stars
and my split been called Nedjma
Hotel at Rabat 1986 picture Jorge Esteva
